cloetry late Jan 0 ten

Spalinian Falcon, kettle kee moo fee chimichanga. Little Red Corvette parked abroad, also marked with a Slattaru's monkey shoe. Kee kee kee kee kee mittle, Charlie Daniels first Fiddle Faddle as my third pet from the left high icky kicks an Etch a Sketch.... Shake it like a Salvador Dali oh so melting like a Polaroid doubles kickle of Coldplay's all Yellow Clock. Zoonx, is it Memorex? Has it perplexed my Chex Mix? Smikenisktric times of frozen bi-tubular tornado chimes. All kinds of mini blinds like fava beans on Tuesday's Gone. Alf once rode my BMX bike while flying Garth Brook's Strawberry Shotcake kite. Hey, Optimus Prime was kind enough to stuff HR Puff n Stuff's tip jar. That was after he got caught smokin a joint behind the Bama Breeze. With ease we all fall to our knees Beyonce that great reef of unusual realizations of internal sensations that expand and demand the slandering wonders of thy anti sensual and semi local errotic facinations. May it all create an ever-going and oh so unstopable slinky. As it cascades down the charlapades of our youthful exit from our not so blissfull exsistance. There is no for instance, for it remains within and all too far beyond our well rooted canals of deep and transitional / non absorbic spit pea soup for the sou....