Thursday, July 06, 2006 :::
 

Tickling the beast

Nimrod playbank seventy four seven
It’s been midday all night
Sharks akin from Been Silver
Cocaine and bottle fights
Altered attitude, all the fresh air
Batteries of time planning wasted lights
We see the Pleiades and Cassiopeia

We might not, we could not and we would not play this nice
What’s the plot of the day?
Wee Pinky Kim giving a scream
A cracky lucky yucky spraying all over you
Nipping the saucy semen thing
Fulfilling someone’s dream
Bolotox 0° dimension
Fullflesh base on, we may follow you
Getting back to the ocean of dream we were all falling from

And the ticktack tackles in
Attacks
It tucks me up
King of the Tentacle
Bottomless like the bottles
We emptied down

Hurrah for the misperception
The vengeance of the Blitzkrieg frypans
Where you’ve been dancing hot

It’s the syncopation that you said was near
With all the marvelous little critters
And your wereown

Mind the imperceptible
I borrow this corpse, it’s not me
Praying is allowed but at your own risk
The scythe is dancing dark.

::: posted by Tranxenne at 9:43 PM

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