October 28, 2011

Bring Shmear Three Two

Grow fins and smack your beaks! Stage show:
Two bat attacks and purr if grain grows… pout.
Kill two lava benched tower peoples, frowned the clocks!
Two owls purr, cuss, bend, spot sex and polluting wires,
want poor ears, love smoke-leaving under jolts,
binge high, night bred! Bend now, ball-breaking wonder,
bite fat, a pickerel gun. Pity go the swirled.
Whack dagger molds, crawl vermin, ‘til prat dunce
rat spake sin! Hate! Bull! Flan!


Bumble, my swell bee. Full retire, gout brain!
Snore Spain, grin blunder. Mire, far cry otters.
Fie pacts, brought crew, slew belly rinse, pith one fine diss.
Why sever knave to ring some bald, grew still when
slew crow, we blow pub friction. Hi Glen, wet brawl
for gore, simple leisure. Shmear, by planned poor wave,
a bore, sin germ, geek, then pest guised mold can.
Gut, yet fry all too perv-wild sinister,
Fat, still pith, you burn, wish us otters loined
Pour sty when bender saddles dense a cred
Go fold, fend bright, says Miss. Go pro, wiz owl!

Flow! My pill tree’s raw fat burns love. Call nations,
by nil, may doth sting.

                                  Sweat flaws fate’s bods;
bat, reap fat deepness. Tread, coal rudder! Pour flour, dreads
pined, pout bare friend stem, please thou femme. Whole brow sketch
hat mast, pith grin, flee gun by malted limes.
Shun crypt, love bust us. Fried brie now, slutty man!
Plough further. Spend now, grim ruler, flan. Love hurt you,
flat tart, thin breast to lust. Fate riffs through Greece’s wake,
flat wonder. Clove-flirt when sun, sheeny lent gleaming
passed, plaque pissed ‘pon plans rife. Woes, bent, stop hilts,
dive for fun and feeling, bond thin mints when spry.
Please spread whole plum and pears paste by tram. The plan
wore thin. The sense: flan-winning.


Sly bits we win through burn.
One gone by joy, now lost by joy.  Start old.
Why slam cold, by wealth? Bear business raw!  Cry mellow,
be part love flower, bless less pretties.  Estranged
fat flan, wake stylings, mesh this strum!
Poor grovel,
more cruel than brave.  Why calve, done smart win by part.
Stats bore me, bet or flee.

Brew by wood ploy.  One sling, dust blew, missed novel.

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