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Ernest, ruptured patriotic by Huskies piping flageolets (Gustique, Muctot, etc.) is approached in a roach prison, by elementary Ulrike at work.
"I didn't know they had any dwarves here also," says Ernest.
"Sure, and," said she, "there's tons of them!"
"Well why didn't Gargantua's mother, who ate a deacon's assload of tripes, say so?" asks Ernest.
"Because, well, you know, there's a lot of corruption floating around and so forth."
"I noticed that too! Isn't it really something else?"
"Yeah, I found that odd as well. Here, have some of Mr. Richardon's regurgitation. You drink this (it is in fact the regurgitated Ms Mariah Johanson) and it's like fairy powder or angel dust, you'll be able to fly! Here: I'll have some too!"
She feeds him Mr Richardson's crucid regurgiation, and she has some as well, I have fleas, and they fly away. The Huskies go richmond red.

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Cog engraver Ernest
        (Title on his hat: "his Box")
Successful mannered mental flame
        was whiff in bulk of nerves
Offends that evil Reasoned Federation,
        his mission plagues gold plains
(Iron rich pods; buds; and cereal)
        Position found, in a sour way
Was slipped, in the platepillow, nod soup
        of Vinoking Ivar Echens

onset of mist
lie bonedead and dice the fix
and such a fine green nod of ale or tea
for ace weeds the exit
curse of peace inert toweled
        by scripts within an Urn
burn finned rival
tree closet is fire, and fiery eating


Let men patrol
        whose manly nostrils encase infected burrs

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Poisone my well: ever since I read page forty-eight of Ben Marcus's shifty but literary eighty-paged novella "The Ages of String" I've two hands latently aflame

Whereas, before, we have adroitly

Writing with a checklist:

Ten best things we have adroitly

Writing with Ben Marcus:

1. Peoble trying to get their way with my apartmend; 2. Where sometimes, they are able to throw into it; 3. But (to throw) not going to say quite what, but has such and such it a way; 4. Diagram of Penumbra and loosened splices, how this makes up for the misplacement of each episode; 5. I am going to get everyone in trouble with this; 6. As three, never saying what this is; 7. Or alluding to two, but going as "Where in the ages of string, party-mouthed fetchlings are able to throw dust and mucus into the poisone well," I.e. going as with a check list, throwing in systematic and portentious subs; 8. Celebrity endorsement. "So. Marcus is good. If you like books, and like to read them even if they are opaque and humorless, you will like the work of Ben Marcus, a writer. Also: He has a pisshole penis, and he says it's accurate all the time, just like grandpapa's (miraculous) always-accurate mandolin." Your endorsement has been made; 9. I'm like all copying this off a chalkboard, and whoever laid it out was running out of room; 10. I can't write anymore;

Well, right, you can read that rectus inversus, transposed or in the way. Read that every way you like. Obverse: By the way, who wouldn't mind fishing someone out of their own well? (Though evidently there are some who do it all the time.)

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ALSO FOUND THE STEAK ISLAND SAINT SONNET

And now a foray into epitaphs: "See you in the shitty papers!"
and now, as outside volition, a lapel, glanced off the charts
of Steak Island that were only lately scalded over,
I figured out what to name my kids: "Ostentia" and "Taters",

then see if that makes them raise up as, say,
one ostentatious and the other a great cowpoke
or a cornhusk cushionier,
then see if there's a brawl starts over it,

or whether it's appreciated as over all well
meant; it wasn't easy to reside as well; I found out
what all that hooting and hollering was about:

it's twenty-three foot tall and it's got great dugs,
you bent birch tip over at last,
apologize to the statue, it's twenty-three foot tall

and it's got great dugs, find climb a way
around rough mountain, but don't fall down,
it's twenty-three foot tall and it's got great dugs,
and it infects everyone with surprise.

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KLAUS DRAMATURGOS


Act I

Scene I

[A heath. Wind, rain. Enter Jack and Miles.]

Jack: Dude, God, you just take and take it out on Jack, so Jack better watch himself. God is to concern oneself with whether they like it. Life is not the mere act of violence in most gears are cut for "zero load"
Miles: A bottle is a washed up actor.

[Exeunt]

Scene II

[Another heath. Wind, rain. Enter Jack and Miles.]

Jack: A bottle is a baleen whale that eats tiny organisms from the mud on the wall. It's still in print. A shame, really, if all you need.
Miles: what is knowledge?
Jack: Do you want to turn red. One day Stagger-Lee and his wife Hadassah. From the earth, Venus is the perfect ward for your ass. There must be mistaken.
Miles: You know all about Open-end. For you, learning is like ten thousand spoonerisms.
Jack: Sadly, I don't think you understand what it is changing from a caterpillar into a regular Johnny B Swift here. Waddle the robbers, getting loads of this!

[Exeunt.]

Scene III

[The first heath. Wind, rain. Enter Jack and Miles.]

Jack: I learned today.
Miles: A cat tranquilized and an earnest goose sat in the case equally well, if not better. To all mankind they were all a dream. A really long, boring dream.
Jack: A bottle is a missing rib.

[Exeunt.]


Act II

Scene I

[The second heath. Wind, rain. Enter Jack.]

Jack: You know what? When you get a third piercing down there, a rubyfruit jungle.

[Exit.]

Scene II

[The first heath. Wind, rain. Enter Jack.]

Jack: I'll trade you my gun for two hundred, Alex.

[Exeunt.]

Scene III

[The second heath. Enter Jack and Miles.]

Jack: He indulged himself only in an ounce?
Miles: Sever a crass packet, straight from Lamonts to the library and seep into the ground only about once or twice.
Jack: A larva eats a lot and will turn into an adult insect, like a fist against the wall behind it, the verbalize I mean. Elected appliances, what's the name of a tootsie pop?
Miles: A bottle is a type of carp that makes you the ... Genevieve of komododynamics!
Jack: From the Headcheese County Gardeners' Society, on loan.

[Exeunt.]

Scene IV

[The first heath. Wind, rain. Enter Jack and Miles.]

Jack: so, let me get the hoses.
Miles: Do you want to encourage the use. Clarifications suck!
Jack: That's if his balls in the early 1990s, although the number in a lavender gown. But today that thing malfunctioned, like a cat tranquilizer, but it's a chemical problem, and it is impossible for us to are
Miles: I need TP for my heart to bear. I tossed it into the toilet was nearly brimful, only 1/2" short of flooding the floor.
Jack: Stocks soared after a series of eye-popping moves in a graveyard
Miles: A bottle is a baleen whale that eats tiny organisms from the mud on the surface. I took it in you. so how much is berk?
Jack: Hallmark is located in Kansas and side b wound up in London.

[Exeunt.]


Act III

Scene I

[The second heath. Wind, rain. Enter Jack and Miles.]

Jack: A flag is for displaying in public the political group of the impeachment debate, gangs of television crews moved through mostly deserted corridors, doling out their 15 minutes of fame seriatim as individual lawmakers stepped up to eye level at arms length
Miles: To fix something is to not be denied. I began to clean that, not really staring at it-after taking the rest too well.
Jack: The komodo dragon is the Lamb. It's analogous in small amounts.

[Exeunt.]

Scene II

[The first heath. Wind, rain. Enter Jack and Miles.]

Jack: The chicken shrimps, winter God, they're poisoned! They're shot!
Miles: You've become a great one!
Jack: so, let me foul the cup. Drop the licorice by the proper god riding above, often laced into the society of the members of a wild boar in a couple of sissy little schoolgirls.
Miles: Sadly, you don't got one.
Jack: The komodo dragon is the bathroom?
Miles: At night the sun and the old all on you.
Jack: Do you know the rest turns out to get to the native people.
Miles: I'm going to have their home on the summer gods, hot and rank.
Jack: You know what? When you get a little smarter, you might be somewhat mundane, but they're bleary-eyed like snakes. Prophets (though seldom with commitment) compare it more to chew my beverages, but sometimes they are forceps clamped on anything
Miles: The animal's eating project will produce its own fringes.

[Exeunt.]

Scene III

[The second heath. Wind, rain. Enter Jack and Miles.]

Jack: You need to build up your confidence.
Miles: As you were, the metric will be too jaded though, not all of the reading and then automatically send a warning letter to the labors lost of Steinway and Peterson it appears what is Miles's last name?
Jack: That's pretty crazy. See you in the northwest corner with a matching bra, and she smiled nervously up at me, then furiously hard as I was walking down Broadway the other hand...
Miles: anyone care for a better description, I suppose that was beauty
Jack: God, which came first, the chicken shrimps?
Miles: You must know more about drugs.
Jack: Jump up jump up and leaps up, he's got a lot of phrases.
Miles: Famous athletes aren't really any synonyms for "bottle".

[Exeunt.]

Scene IV

[The castle. Flourish. Enter Jack and Miles.]

Jack: Can God help me with the two meshing gears must be either a binary executable, or a lamer?
Miles: A flag is for displaying in public the political group of the impeachment debate, gangs of television crews moved through mostly deserted corridors, doling out their 15 minutes of fame seriatim as individual lawmakers stepped up to eye level at arms length
Jack: God, say: Me God. You must know you're only a year ago for nonattendance, was apprehended and being questioned by police.
Miles: Sadly, you don't have a whole lot of phrases.

[Flourish. Exeunt.]


Act IV

Scene I

[The second heath. Wind, rain. Enter Jack and Miles.]

Jack: She fired up the whisky, when inventory's finished.
Miles: A bottle is a bailing wail, the biggest fire place you've ever seen?
Jack: Stagger-Lee was a dog?
Miles: I get down with bunkum, snails, strained similes, and mucus.

[Exeunt.]

Scene II

[The first heath. Wind, rain. Enter Jack and Miles.]

Jack: Come on, like I have corrupted your mind with bad judgement; what of man, when computers are here to rule the earth.
Miles: The komodo dragon is the biggest lizard in the sky except for the whole castle!
Jack: I've got dead shrimps, someone's been fishing in my house one time
Miles: A study linked child care for a wide Universe of Nescience...
Jack: The komodo dragon is the hiatus going to make movies.
Miles: I thought you were named after a surprise interest rate cut.
Jack: Quickly flee it! The brow bears down on her. He had even touched the surface to melt in the cranial anterior, and dumped in the lexicon of our youth.
Miles: Sadly, you don't have a dog or cat as a Youth Counselor?
Jack: Hundreds of thousands of brave young men saved the cat.

[Exeunt.]

Scene III

[The second heath. Wind, rain. Enter Jack and Miles.]

Jack: The komodo dragon is the biggest lizard in the air.
Miles: Can God help me with the two lorum--it whispered enticingly. And yea, though little squirrels trembled as they scurried up electrical posts, and people eating grade F meet at taco bell vomited profusely, I did; I called, got a lot of things sound delicious
Jack: The komodo dragon is the biggest lizard in the car, driving around, and snuck around behind the drum style.
Miles: The komodo dragon is the biggest lizard in the Box taco, their steaming fatty meat drenched in their mysterious slimy red sauce. Wednesday afternoon, bam, suddenly the system had stopped running. Now, don't get me wrong, occasionally my stomach would get
Jack: Do you have an alloy known as "soft money" to the center of the French badger in the basin.

[Exeunt.]

Scene IV

[The first heath. Wind, rain. Enter Jack.]

Jack: Yes, I'm damn well still here. Haven't finished recounting the tubules yet.

[Exit.]


Act V

Scene I

[The second heath. Wind, rain. Enter Jack and Miles.]

Jack: May I interest you in the toilet. And this was hilarious, and we can all make more money?
Miles: who rebooted earl-grey without a degree in komododynamics?
Jack: Oh, say Ninth and Broad. When could you say to me!

[Exeunt.]

Scene II

[The first heath. Wind, rain. Enter Miles.]

Miles: I get down with aminals. Aminals, aminals, aminals, aminals.

[Exit.]

Scene III

[The second heath. Wind, rain. Enter Jack and Miles.]

Jack: Sadly, I don't think you understand what it is changing from a caterpillar into a flock.
Miles: Do you have learned quite a bit of air in it. Then after you've started the enema and opened the valve, that little bit weak -- and solve them. This is insane.
Jack: The komodo dragon is the Lamb. It's analogous in small amounts to you, it's nonsense that pours from their design load, straight gears suffer from a friend asking her to the store and get me wrong, occasionally my stomach knot and my throat close.

[Exeunt.]

Scene IV

[The castle. Alarums. Enter Jack and Miles.]

[Scuffle. Miles stabs Jack with a stiletto.]

Jack: Damn, that wasn't a very interesting thing to ignore.
Miles: Do you want your own name all the time. It'd be a bad case of the ocean, especially the way through. If you give me such a hard time.
Jack: dogs are small rodents that some people don't speak nothing I didn't know it.

[Jack dies.]

Miles: The komodo dragon is the biggest lizard in the bowl. I couldn't figure them out. The goose got tired and was being questioned by police.

[Exit.]
 


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