sugar ray leonard nemoy perversely builds his nautilust from the dismantled remains of the global war machine manta, a smoky and gleeful pod of chimerical pines for a home, he reigns as alphabeast over the tiny misbehaving island of Cyclopian Rocs where once Sinbad sinned bad, and where Caliph Mickey Mouse once admitted 'his' Eunicity to Moon Unit Zapata, her huge aloof skies being investigated by ingestions of Interpretol.
> phanero wrote: > >> this verse is a striated heap wherein I'll, in this mantle, well >> up, a thrall to the lupine eye, which, remote and rapacious, >> yokes a pattern so infinitely tiny, spieling, spilling chimerically, >> the skies, the skeins of the misbehaving sisters. >> >> ----- Original Message ----- >> From: "Harrison Jeff" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> >> To: <WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA> >> Sent: Wednesday, April 05, 2006 3:55 PM >> Subject: The Prospect, Lackadaisical >> >> >>> this verse is a strayed hope wherein I'll, dismantled, dwell, >>> unenthralled, and like the moon aloof, and with obscured glee, >>> upon space raised huge by pines, spelling, alphabetically, the skies >>> >> >> > this verse is a stranded populated stopgap wherein I'll, remandered (the > hell with Mickey Mantle), tell Interpol of, like the moon's proof, and > with obdurate spleen, opting space raised to huge pines, spieling, alpha > male likely, the smoky pod skies >
