Olchar E. Lindsann
Grave Cud ~~^√Ø\––o~~~~~~~~\~~~ “ave grown on the black loam of rotten civilisations, those flow” – Théophile Gautier, French Poetry Since 1830. ~~^√Ø\––o~~~~~~~~\~~~ hark wrack cythere soil well, faire hecatomb, muskrat hither wendinge trove mythologies of windex heather, gangrene rites carcinogen lest atavistic crumbling looms o’er woven gaspump cheesecloth, shorn and shrove blast gutters whimper pit of barrow-wights of sage-stuff’d maw, straw, plasticene, obliviac dark that ballgame picket crouch, rats, ghouls, dusk’s bats mottle moons of cholera, worms apologies or insect bottle, verily I hence draw veinous bark melts dustily in porkrind feather, placid dendril trance dead preschool pulsing-shade drops funnel all of these bend corporal spiny flesh conveyer, utter venom often bile escalator’s cud, sleeps restive chewy cherry coffin. Wonkish Boat Board Jargon Yawp ~~^√Ø\––o~~~~~~~~\~~~ ‟son of a rum puncheon cock his hat athwart my hawse at the latter end of it?” – Robert Louis Stevenson, Treasure Island. ~~^√Ø\––o~~~~~~~~\~~~ aye blanket all the ramport laffle slap gauge broke my dongle; but parkle sloughs count battern down yon hacking fodder pooch. why pivot mousy rafter sausage pleather round that fendle flapper? for rank slick bundled corprot slop and feathered bangles drizzle! benden fodder chugging at it clogs up moshes fatter kindles, nor confounds my baggy blousy chaw for slagging wrinkle dogs, ruts incessant banjo tar you nigh forgot flat gumbo tazer of the pork, never bumping slimpy pack rat chocket flag or even boring cads. blinky friggin cat nap udders under flackjab walrus pails, nether bobbin kracken rattle borscht with crusty snapple in there; slinky treddle knobs that trickly muslin bastard syllable – whether fat or molky why you grackle poppin slaw our chud with that? Die, Lectic *~@~~~~~~~~~~~~~^”’~~~ “ettes of three patron saints: Fernand P etiot, creator of the Bloody Mary, W.C . Fields, and Sir John Falstaff. Only ha” – Philip José Farmer, Dayworld ~~~‛“^~~~~~~~~~~~~~@~* what nice pot frothy bozo niche how grunty pig rim vestibule ~~udne trabel wrignin~~ ’I’s ,ayep& tiggly to–//hssshhh’’’ so relict bowtie queen tomato sure’s scots portly candidate ’n st’haydunno weres und’it szatricksie ,seeah=> goign’gitm {ay} when olive insult yackup chav then frog drawl croney hagiography nn’pa<h ! hwawah thems didne sawsat cominatum, innint ?! Wingina Lopping Off ||~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “tort from their lips some weak or desp” – Montaigne, ‛On Cannibals’ ||~~~~~~~~~~~~~ no use fornists had de- barked on their country, yet of that in early maintain con–dition in. They ask no various young men, proband acknowl has never Wingina’ sband of death rather jot of their westward; Wingina has ever eaten rathof Mena– actions by liberals are usuland with the Wingina, reminded: tions then fellow ex- Mangoaks limbs, and of, is done sole starvation immortal despondent. purpose is behind the Ensanore did, shaken their rests on that Ensanore main ~~~~~~~~~~~~~|| “parture from everie such towne, the peop” – Hariot, A Briefe and True Report of the New Found Land of Virginia. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~|| Mabyday ~~^=^––~~~~~~~~~~~~ “’s May, eternal heretic, Bombing away from beneath the clay On par with eternal sc” – Ivan Drach, ‛Protuberances of the Heart’ ~–^=^–~ “prouted of the river in the festish of the lob.” – Ed Sanders, ‛Holy Demeter was Walking th’Corn Furrow’ ~~~~~~~~~~~~––^=^~~ pring! allbeit tumorous ;& sparrow shits pon rotty bloom, what wafts up rifts from pollen’s vale, mush rooms pongy ,flush ,& trilling too! tis true !: yo ’n tufted tit mouse plungies tuber hugel seed bomb’s hawkish fleece that serpent-up in loamy frentish toad compilerpost...!; mossy snap clogged pourdown meters tern-glean ,’pine ,& pill’tdown ratio ,so slithe ,o greening foliac of sog !& growsslie too. g’rnnlr&tonnnic s’nnghuAth** fllllllllllll, t s,g’nhuuut, p snnnmnn:i t’g’rrrhuAtp n,ttttnnnttt–j k,ckkcnggth^;sssshhhs:x d’b,bleeding~;vnnvvyyr]p h,apply’lvng@everr affter Wit Tak ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ‟budget elephant sucks gold by trunk tak” – Gautier, Sonnet VII (1832) @ @ @ ‟rained by a tarantula with the trunk of an elephant? ” – Bertrand, Scarbo (1836) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ get a trunk rained, trained by a drunk, bud: suck us in, gain a phant of gold shucks! go rant at us, tar us, left in a dub, ran an old rat. an elf runt hpel; kcus! a kat log in a den. Mine Host by Mumler Mesmerized ~~^%^––~~~~~~~~\~~~ ‟he Hiracano ceased that else would split his pinnace” –– Thomas Morton, New English Canaan. ~~~/~~~~~~~~––^%^~~ The first ‛spirit’ photograph (and a radical change) Mine Host should be: 1862 in Boston, U.S.A. The emancipation of the ships for that trade which was also where Nazism tried to carry him. So his photograph was a self-portrait’s child, today as yesterday, or shot, or dog, ghostly female figure, the mother; even among any others’ clothes, with the body clearly father and child was on at that time, clearly visible through this, more remote than ours. He stayed a month below the waist. Mumler: the father’s will upon Mine Host’s had not been retouched. Execute her own liquor to him, and: “This photograph was taken to be sure, being Mine Host; so full there was not only the Kaiser, but infidels before those Christians.” ~–^%^–~ “oth in psychographs and Hope’s letters ‛present’ is spelt ‛presant’, ‛begi” –– Simeon Edmonds, ‛Spirit Photography’. ~–^%^–~ What luck is it by Mumler only’s been dislodged? My friend’s periphrasis, that you may hear of Mumler until their status or they’re born at 1869, when he began, the Kaiser is only bred a butcher. He’s charged of fraud. (Lucky for any supposition that he begged in Paul’s Church.) His frauds in Boston will ever return to congratulate: where he finds acquitted for lack of true figure, representation. He takes the patient, as a spirit photographer, as a ruler, or Crasis Symptomes, and the Attomi: his status: The failings; disease was wind, which seems to have been but affects one’s altitude, the sea. But he would. Mumler’s initial success inspired where, like the Em- path, this he did, where active in Britain beyond the very pre- patient, so handsomely that of the early British. There they were, in Ger- ~–^%^–~ “pelt with two g’s and the prefix ‛physio is us” –– Simeon Edmonds, ‛Spirit Photography’. ~–^%^–~ “Many daring intellectuals, Mine Host! no sooner cousin who passed away before the First World war, Captain Shrimp, and about the twelve years since.” One does not presume to hold of his arms, aroused, (particularly among spiritualists; One would not––but such a carnal man!) who desired to be his photo- logical father. But one would have eaten him. He was soon running a criteria of success and a slice with scabbard a “medium for taking 1944”, a success. He, old Souldier of the features of the genius which only clapt his gun (under many sitters), claimed to have had, a genius, their unworthy practices. So relatives who were dead against the odds which Captain Shrimp and the..... in 1863 it was..... (my friend hesitates––every outrageous riot) Masters of Mine.... the likeness of a living. ~~~/~~~~~~~~––^%^~~ ‟Kings and kaisers rule by God’s grace, Hitlers by their own. God’s gr” – Milton Mayer, They Thought They Were Free. ~~^%^––~~~~~~~~\~~~ truction grash ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “re’s repristination! Just a spi” – Browning, The Ring and the Book. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ istful ,g l’autrephone oriah sl, npristi; ill – altar (viathon en liephan pegboard fr zephyr in mere larmeque) & t illage torsion slintre moribund nelthe carpo centage gleams tl d,enderfield of cor pustules innit g;ravel stinat; pris took mere odo s,craped! flat plintish ,ypeprevious page contents next page
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