(AppreCJ8n, 0.19: Notso Fuzzywuzzyarmpitbull)
One's real when too feart ta slither
like pissed pistorius on hisarse home,
go no way all the way ta timesshorn, ta the orderlywar
reekin' of sundayfreedoms
. time's toughlovechains awe,
overawe timesshorn, timeshor...
As for my laurelmullet,
defoliated in translation, lost in speaking of a manner of speaking,
as a berry of snow buried in the boring
blueing snow, a hard-ta-find i find too
hard, the last shameless...Touché, lice. Andits o hard ta concentrate
when it's like that, when it's like i should pontificate ,
' what is Love like sex, Sex like love?',
this thingy of thingies that thingifies us
so quasi-co-complete!
Tho' nothing that bleeds
can credibly be concrete,
opined like a what
'fore herr lausenmensch ermed
manburdened bullafter 'e plastered hispronged
bonce
all, oh, the, uh...
Brickwall.
Bastardbrains don't butt in, i'm divinely unfuzzed as ah...
Unhandled furginal customerrilyinanimate armpithair-
brush
- 'smine. Fuzziewuzzy's armpit wuzzunta very fuzzy-
wuzzie armpit wozzit, tho' lice wozza fuzzywuzzy
wasterfurry 'un in jahmind, but no heroinnythepooh.
Axilla the hon-
eypotnot to nonmaschalagniac Cee, who ceeks
the nonninjoking unshurikenspeckle me
a stone's minisanguinary shurikenstipple away,
absurd as 'skin of someone's teeth'.
Butt hiss griplings snake alive
by cobrahooded quill in the field of the left overhandof
that eldest of quilljoy gentlemen.
And spirits unlevel level in foresaid death's right anglinghook...
But i beseechyoudeath no fasterthan luvmuz-
stirs
another. Fast butno faster than love can...
Then my love, Yourlove can love what i do
ta my self i mean
ta my mehood that means me too freely.