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Sunday, September 17, 2006Thoughtspells: Audiopium Gig
SET ONE
Anodized Rainbow and Lubadub, walking through the forest ... said, "Let me wear your feather crown" -- Got some sassy intel for ya -- just trainride a whistle This is where subway people go to show off, to make no-go, to burrow sub rosa Lie in a hammock and get the whole big contingent Rock me to the star sapphires Rotoscope band, play red in the sun Strategy: Rinse dark Rinsed ark Stringent Swinburne, skin burn Swing dolomites, wah-wah Induction of the specific nodes of conquest When Dan lent a plan, then Fran began Caméllias, la dame, destitute in the arms of the sham-painter Strut the pillow d'ram, Polonius Malceste Linguidina Proper banter is in the raim'yard, where the hard fist pops the crop of an anopheles Liqui-danger, liquid anger Jetwork in the undertawn, spawn collective drive, jive Shape, shake, shave Poetameter Hexfight, the Mexican squares dance Tip o' the pip, top o' the popcat Growing up Gröpius When the birds get in the omnipresence, sign off, mellow gametes She fell down in the Louis chairs exordium Primopodal mord phalangiasts Strain it without strain A yellow policeman coughed in the (ringing) coffers, make me anoffer Thus thrust, trust crust Flout flue, elegant sasquatch You had to bead air, and be part of the come-aparty Uppance gets clearance What is your tight rate? Night rate, drive straight on the bootway Dr. Pheel, get your grumble on, crumble on the lawn. Chain he, in the grainium Doting on spools, but they must be blew, Baba-Lou Perfunctorium, mission bells in the joss-hells Dr. Pinkov, we have a fortnightly inspection of chillraus Gaganiferous Drain the d-rain, D Train (Dietrich, in de rain, Cole-King strain) SET TWO -- We're coming out of tongue season. -- Does that mean we're gonna be happy all the time? Give me the limpid wares D'Jongg Street, the sweet delete Crump-dumpin', be slumpin' Dragger through the wet haze Space-spin the lace pin, Mace Irwin got in the place of a tumtum bellyroll Trace, far off, the sounds of a longtown trickle The hanger's on. A little creative fur meant he could -- if the ultimate safety catch played its game with the latch -- that the shoeshine avenue had no redress Columnar billtone: When we stayed in the dark, we caught no one What did you buy? Lateral symmetry? That raft came through, because it moved from one place to another Shyboots caught slyboots taking care of the spy boots Ryan knew better than to e-mail his cousin with the bad news, but he proceeded anyway. His foot had a fluffy white bandaid on it, where they'd put his new self in. Cousin Richter answered at once, demanding to know how he'd forgotten the pattern overload Snakes come whether you like them or not, to the Biz R Nobody expects the Garden of La-La to be comfortable Scrambled consonance with caterpillar waivelengths Your portrait is expired. Your passepartout, sitar'd, retired Tread me out of this stingnation. Gringa, so terrible, I will callium out of the zoo The jam pulsated in strange places, like honey with bubbles, globularemous An orange thought from the ego landscape I was so Golders-Green you couldn't cook at me anymore What if they started drying the terminator? Exit blue, stage bereft Why cry some, white chrysostom? I find your tranquility strange, considering the obloquium Race you to the next banquet, tree I'm trapped in here, with an appearance of noise Stuck in the jam brand I don't really think we want anyone of those -- wet rascals, with these unwanted caverns I dub thee "strangers" Another late knight came curling up from Innisfree Make your own muse. (Ich?) Papa dumb, das ist ein crane stick Deezundoze A little free cheese'll freeze your weasel, breeze'll please your diesel Shake the sugar off the brat poise, farmament Turn, in the middle of a memoir If I tried to describe them, I would fail my overtone test I wouldn't miss your dicing for the whirl I spend most of my time in the withers (shoop shoop) Paradiddle, the Groff panegyric Skiddle-omphatic |
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