Bantering with Octagons

The dancing trolls cower under vermillion lead umbrellas as flatulant elephants pass wind at the speed of light.
 
White light has me by the throat, slapping me around with a book written by dickenson, while Stephen Hawking learns to walk. Where's the demo tapes of Bush's daughter masterbating? I've got 20 dollars that says she folds up like a paperdoll and ends up with her end up on some sitcom about a drunk who quotes feild mice.
 
Remember rampant rampaging roused rabid rascals running rapidly round rightly rainswept ragged rocks.
 
rainswept ragged rocks...

an image of the seashore
or a quarry
or the ending of an old dracula movie, where the black one falls from the tower heights only to fall upon the only broken wooden shard of a tree for twenty miles around...

now how fucking likely is that?

hollywood, deadwood, teakwood & damask with heavy silver-with-pearl-inlaid tableware...luncheon anyone?
 
Deadwood.
Dead would?
Deed wood.
Deed would?

Holy holy holy is those twigs. Holy holy holy amen. Like a wicker chair or an iron man, burn and churn - find an eye full of carnegie hall, burst into tears and fall upon your knees. There are no stars when you don't make yourself holy first.
 
sail naked into a star
flesh burning
fat dripping like flaming wax

engulf yourself in an atomic eternity
 
Phat Wax
Latex and plexiglass and
Vinyl spirals in Greatful Dead designs.

Have you had your shot of grey today?
 
latex and leather and thick, soft ropes of silk
the bindings of love

bed bound whore writhes as she soars
another engulfment altogether
 
cheep fuck is the mating of birds
cheap fuck costs little
cheap cheep fucking is for birds of poverty

eagles fuck in freefall
where the wingless plummet
 
faster cheaper and out of control
the infinite monkeys are hungry
the quality of mercy is not sold
the monkeys have run out of money

from this rusty cage there's no escape
for you baboons howlers and gibbons
get your hands off me you filthy ape
your infinite typewriters need ribbon
 
Bantering with octagons
Chatting with triangles
Bickering with rhombus'
Conversing with oblongs
Gossiping with rectangles
Arguing with circles
Debating with hexagons
Talking with squares
Nattering with pentagons
 
The illusion of morbid suspicion creates the feeling of loosing one’s middle fingers while feeding them to vegetarians who scream silently, maddeningly at the horror of their quietly dreamt jealousy..
 
Horror drempt
like fire flys half known
sung to in the sunlight and
burned by the moon.
 
Tidal waves of raw emotions.
Emotions breed emoting.
Yet conversations Kill.
 
What were we talking about?
What?
How?
You're kidding right?
Oh my!
Well you'd expect.
She's such a...
That's just so damn wrong, honey.
Why don't you just come over here and...
Yes?
Yes, you can call me later.
Yes, I know how that can be.
Okay.
Uh huh.
Okay.
Bye.
 
“Expectations made me feel utterly disappointed fucking again,” she sang.
 
Disappointment.
Little pill.
Fist.
Rain and pavement.
Artistic.
Realitistic.
Printer eating the paper.
Car crashes and 'copters.
Medicine bottles sticking out of your ass.
Dust.
Screaming.

Dust.
Screaming.
 
Bitter particles with no where in particular to go…
Find themselves drifting along.

Waiting impatiently for a place to cling unto.
Clutching it’s grasp as dust, its merry way.
Screaming silently at the passersby..
Creating wind.
 
dust in a sunbeam
bright flickers of swirling motes

sneeze
sneeze
sneeze
 
Sneeze with the best of them, McGee. Here's a flamable CD to wipe your nose with - you got a 20 spot? I've got a toad. Toads, rabbits, and ammino acids - like in the children's fairytail. Oh my god, do I want a peice of that fairy's tail...

Twice the two time duce divided by that number that comes after one. 1.000etc1.
 
The mathematician's sand witch filled with fairy cakes and ox wings outwits counter-intuitive conumdrums and simply does not add up.
 
Free will in a relativist ocean collides with dolphin's intellects,
Angelic sharks and benedictine monks devour augustinian friars with too-big bellies full of absolute truth.
 
seek the truth of everlasting days
no nights, no autumn, no winter

play in pools of amber
sink slowly into oblivion
trapped in golden sap like a bug from eons past
 
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