Aaaah blaugue, he shimmered. Twice twines twelve and twenty, the thrice end met with absolutes and nons (usual suspect snatchers and end time nazi snazzy velour would-be's)... your name meant another tweak and shelf, your name meant another low-end peel skincrop sedged belined deftly two seven eighth fifth wednesday febroaring gutscent sentient manimal lead-gena gaol gripe-fest glory rope no hope for the cool, and lastly (would there ever be?): spend enough time glaring and inside your eyes will appear little dancing apes that measure figurine collection-breaths, huffed clean wisened boroughs bringing about this incandescent sense of being, peeing, placating, posturing, posing, losing, closing (as one cannot have a closer without a loser), and penance harbingers, sodomites, askings and ass-kings; all hump-clambering to a tip of a pinnacle of something so small and shitty... one wonders, after since-'92 musings, why the god forlorn devilry have so much odds been spent/pent (reaping with lent and guilt of another sordid sort of chortle, musing, and king of park/harks of offal or orifice, sacrifice, smell-the-dice, and offense parking), why why what weight and (nay Waits) these grumblings must continue in venue new old hewn of the detritus (always) and peck-faced lot that does not will not never will nor wants to.

Looking hardly hard? Well, he looked onto the deeply-in, a pool that was tepid enough; a well of sorts, left to dine in vulgarity that hardly spent even-keels of any sort of worth... hell, hardly anything remotely resembling a keel to build a brace and set sail with. So many years, so little feelings for it, so few tender moments of acquisition or trade. Biblical roundabouts, rotting Ephesus, cherished mops and aches of brooms, tubes, vacuums, pull pile pills, regent narcoleptic nicotine-trained ally-oop and down further frayed pending pale paste-facial featurettes. Stare at it! Stare at it! Kill at it! Kill at it! A gasp and a sigh. A sewn ear for another pile of stew or stone soup simpleton smash. It all suffered shit in the wash, came out torn in so many pieces you felt old by just wiping its fur gently, as one would an eyelash or a fear.