Bantering with Octagons

[Dillinger]

ah bugs the driving bunny
the glue of legend
8-sided television rent party persuasion!

 

[drown]

swarming
mutha-fuckers
spun me
eight ways to
sunday....

yet still
they ate
at a properly set table

and there was chutney
for all...

bernoulli,
that longwinded
butterfly;

tore ass
at indy...

checker chucker​

 

[Dillinger]

yet still
bernoulli-fuckers
tore me
ate ways to
chutney....

swarming
they eight
at a butterfly set indy

and there was sunday
for all...

mutha,
that longwinded
checker;

spun ass
at table...

properly chucker​

 

[drown]

yet still
bernoulli-fuckers
tore me
ate ways to
chutney....

swarming
they eight
at a butterfly set indy

and there was sunday
for all...

mutha,
that longwinded
checker;

spun ass
at table...

properly chucker​

belched
pro-like...

she offed
to alt-proficiency

 

[Dillinger]

It is my experience that pro-like swarming gravity butterflies popsicles while sailing at a quantum level. For some reasong this seems to encourage barbie dolls to collect semen in jars.

 

[Dillinger]

Oh momma! Swarming Sunday fuckers storming rent parties at quantum speeds.
Oh momma! Pray for the wonder of semen and satire!
Oh momma! Just butter your religious infatuations, feasting lemon Barby Dolls.
Oh momma! Uncomplicated agreement screaming from delightful singularities.

 

[Dillinger]

Oh poppa! Eight muth-fuckers checking out the chutney.
Oh poppa! Passed out backwards in slanderous grey.
Oh poppa! Small twinkling beards.
Oh poppa! Square-eyed infatuation!

 

[drown]

...and wherefore art...

took gas
with the
organ grinder's monkey...

like biff
or pops...

did she see the mug on that one?

she should have.

'course the pig-fuck did.
always did.
did it like he liked to,
but...
how could he?

guess it was the jeans;
or the poll cat.

see how complicated
they used to make it.

8:

8 can be a prime.
​

 

[Dillinger]

Swarming organic butterfly jeans driving pop gravitational octagons. Quite a banter.

 

[drown]

Swarming organic butterfly jeans driving pop gravitational octagons. Quite a banter.

would,
but the hoof-beat
wing flapping
caused
next year's katrina...

this year's
been
started by the methane blast
of an african wapiti

and the one before that
got clean away...

they still trying to catch that minx

 

[Xelebes]

Why are the pickles dancing? Why are they bobbing up and down?

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Is our future reflected in separation ponds?

 

[Dillinger]

Future ponds of separation reflect back at us the pig-fuck poll-cats of mutha-fuckin' legend.

 

[Dillinger]

Hey you, still trying to complicate that lemony barbie doll?
Hey you, still trying to feast on gravitational singularities?
Hey you, still trying to collect fuckin used dancing piggies?
Hey you, still trying to relatively fuckface with butter-flies?

 

[drown]

Hey you, still trying to complicate that lemony barbie doll?
Hey you, still trying to feast on gravitational singularities?
Hey you, still trying to collect fuckin used dancing piggies?
Hey you, still trying to relatively fuckface with butter-flies?

oh.
yeah, that.

sporting and strident.
picking off each new appraisal
with singularities
and
quarkish behavioral psychology.

there's one nurse here,
administers to
teal blue
and another
to barristers.

the strip mall permanance
rotated with her
monstrous
gravitational pull
and no icu
could derail
that particular
chemin de fer...

such equinimaty!

a repunzeldom of epic insignificance...

 

[Dillinger]

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your quarkish hair, so that I may climb the teal blue barristers. Afterwards we can play Baccarat at the Musée Français.

Yo.

oh.
yeah, that.

sporting and strident.
picking off each new appraisal
with singularities
and
quarkish behavioral psychology.

there's one nurse here,
administers to
teal blue
and another
to barristers.

the strip mall permanance
rotated with her
monstrous
gravitational pull
and no icu
could derail
that particular
chemin de fer...

such equinimaty!

a repunzeldom of epic insignificance...

 

[drown]

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your quarkish hair, so that I may climb the teal blue barristers. Afterwards we can play Baccarat at the Musée Français.

Yo.

word, bruddah...

'course da nursey
gonna have to sit up
on the black hole;
right up side da roulettes...


stop up all that sucking
it's wanting to do.

then too,
organ grinder's monkey,
now with da damn claps,
gonna bet always
on the come line

you can count on it,
even on the slide rule...

louvre, louvre, louvre...

c'est vrai!

stat!!!!​

 

[Dillinger]

A toast to the booty!
As long as its not a nursery crime.
Play me "Old King Cole"
that I may join with you,
You can count on it baby
It's a pretty good guess now all we got
Cause you got to know when to hold 'em, when to fold 'em
C'est vrai, quoi!
It's true, I'm telling you!
Must be Temptation Yeah!
Bottoms up!

 

[Dillinger]

Temptation!

Monkey!

Chutney!

Bitch Popsicle!

Prime Semen!

 

[drown]

the rantring
and all
ain't gonna make it
souffle-up!

'coursin, unless
they using the fresh
man-goo...

none that
come in my flavor though...

see that shootin star?
specter, simpson, bobby blake:
all upside an
annie leibowitz
4x5.
.45
huntin knife...

swiss army style.

this old house
shore need a-fixin..

 

[Dillinger]

fresh knife
Like a bottom no strife
Shootin' slide rule Einsteins

Flavor appraisals blue
I see you
Swarming checker man-goo!

 

[sigh]

checker black
checker red
games

no fun
eyeball drooping
lick snot from your upper lip

or is that man-goo?

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Say something romantic, you fucker.

 

[Songcatcher]

Your hole and my pole, how about it?

 

[Dillinger]

The pole was in the hole
The coal was in the bowl
The mole demanded a toll
The vole scored a goal
The foal was on the dole
OMG the grassy knoll!