Saturday, July 30, 2011

Shize? I should shee!  Macool,  Macool,
orra whyi deed ye diie?  of a trying thirstay mournin?

Sobs they sighdid at Fillagain's chrissormiss wake, all the  hoolivans of the nation,
prostrated  in their consternation, and their duodismally profusive plethora of ululation.

There was plumbs and grumes and cheriffs and citherers and raiders and cinemen too.  And the all gianed in with the shout-most shoviality.  Agog and magog and the round of them agrog. To the  continuation of that celebration until Hanandhunigan's extermination!

Some in kinkin corass, more, kankan keening, Belling him up and filling him down. He's stiff but he's steady is Priam Olim!

"Twas he was the dacent gaylabouring youth.  Sharpen his pillowscone, tap up his bier!  E'erawhere in whorl would ye hear sich a din again?

With their deepbrow fundigs and the dusty fidelios.  They laid him brawdawn alanglast bed. With  a bockalips of finisky fore his feet.  And a barrowload of guenesis hoer his head.
Tee the tootal of the fluid hang the twoddle of the fuddled,

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so let me  get  this right
im in a deal with authority
where I can only pay it
with approved painted paper
whose value is set at its whim
and where all  forms  of ownership
are subject to devaluation and manipulation

hibiscus opening in the afternoon

so presuming
you  are a  mouthpiece
for  some earth intelligence
the  more you are out of the  way
say what you cant say
the truer