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The climbs mighed in Joisus' nime
are abnormous and messed be poot in foecus and sign in prospectus as swell. We seer hymn on hi in an elevatored spot at the very acne of severalizations and reservedly so, for is it not written? The editable sourcery of disgorgering words in the groined old style that is Fawn O'Glens Weep is a kissin point.

The apprehenchmen of hired criticismosis
in their self-fullfueling professories will axe: Do his littlehairy illusions selfserve to illustrite good bareading in germinal or is his errordiction a substitruth for repunditties and redonedances? But cachet will sachet to the café and all will fellow its fitsteps in the still too much of which we have become a costumed.

Leaf it knot be seed
that ourtrees pump sap! Tap a root of us to bleep the glug we are mad of. As roadbloodied armoricans we kneed a lanewidth of our home to stand on standin' on and who batter than an Ire itch mahn hew nose nut'n of Anger itch.

What fellows
are his strings and weaknets:

can his comma commode of recombinaturist writhing boar the bear-den of the necks germinations of ill-letter-X?

Hoo kin till fer sher
but each die pieces bye and his allusionist's hart baits feignter and threadends to fad a why entiredly. Elusions hyped on elisions mates for a lettersure teeshirt's knitmire. Only the mossed crypted riders of the tuna-fished centaury would conceiter careereening in such a bull ring, match less the thirsty-sickened. The point is that Waking is a dining art and our oateur showed a bean on a dinette! His maximlist cattlehogs are ova groan and enough is enuf.

Too, fullavit 'n' vinagain,
he road an untimed Beast.

Try, and trey again,
he trod to rid the Best, upend atom, to and

Fro, our langwidth
disserves fewer sadtricked devirgins and fraudulent sleeps—nudist how he shoos us away to transvestigate our own hidden agenders.

Sink, sank.

Sex, expurgatoried.

Set, the undertext beneath the yondertacks
below the innertechs rickwires an undertaker to reparrot—pollytalks as use you well. 

Ate wheat, an oatshow act.


Tint, puced violetly into the fuchsia,
we are mauved black dun among the corals and ecrus of our gilt, yellowing I amethyst and no madder! We ask our silvers, where does indigo and hue oh hue am I! And so it is vermillions of purple. 

In summit, Joist is weepest when talking Turkeyish
and wash out for his bowels incontinence! But if you white pageantly for two sex or lest and lesson tearfully sunthing else will a rose like a biker sifting flower upon a pedal'd pass and a filling wills up in sight of us to sigh allwise ouija sida yesyesyes and all his sense are for gibbons! 

Rock O'Man, Mars 1990

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