Block verse. Curse!
Repeat. Curses!
Swerve the space to remain paced. beep
Renege on all shakes. It's too be. Brakes.
Hit the place where the cavity refuses. Fuse into filling.
Oil! Oil! Oil on van gas! Whose Valvoline? Whose industrial
polymers? Will there be linotypes? Can Linus type? I think the initiation.
Ban substantiation. Cure meat.
Vegetation and its discontents. Titular falcon.
Malt vinegar and a hand steak. Too many small bones.
Octopus: more moral more coral. Swirly buckets.
Victory and basketball. Contractual eagles.
Spike. Spike. Spike. Spike. Reinsurance
and a treasury bond made of chocolate chip brownie, maturation at
three seventy five fourteen minutes deep in the equivalent of the manicure
parlor of the angler fish. Eat with your feet. Feat with your bleat. Carry that
sheep back down the mountain and become a legend of a shepherd, the only
kind that knows the real neuronal tragedy as we spoon softly
this head cheese.
Roman Ryan 