(ApprecCJ8n, 0.28: Gorgeous Reader)
An undemandingly mercenary
pufferfish of afflatus - how i'm da fact i am
dat fact, atwhat i precuss 'donc je suis' ooo renny
descartes'd blush - a de facto defect, oh in-ouch
for 'narmour 'flatedby puncturers,
lil' quilledgills i've 'volved whichstring hyle up on wind within
upon spinious innies of introspection, inious spinnies
of huffy carte blanche over blanksheets, tabulae rizlas,
unless namor's fellated by pingi logsuckers
as nemo floated by pippi longstockings,
who no more flirted with people longsuffering,
but in cactusnimbus speechbubble complained
'ah, ectoentad pufferfish of my heart!'
But my russiandollpufferfish heart had snagged amorphous.
Cee biddit shoobiedoop outta theg-
oopy preludialloop of introversion, past gratin' apeshit cosmoloopof god the thug,
that mythrib pimp who hasmoreneed of art than us
nihilistic contentgenerators haveofhymn.
Ceebidme intalove
outta love. And mylove She wasno sugarcoating confictioner
of my liar's friendship
with some haplesslyunhinged
snorejaw, humanform of ceefax, loremipsum trombone
like missothmar.
And there's nuff trojan hearse plots
in my pen's fold-
erol, nuff angst tanks that'll nuke nice and naughty alike,
- santa's panzers what serve and tease
me like i'm a spolitbratwith aterminaldisease
are parkednearbyby
evilly beav'ring igors iagonised
- but i have a cynosural sidekick, not quite a hit girl nor yet a hit gilf,
Lover whose love'd nothave it!
Coz luvwunt juz lordhutton it!
See Cee, Cee's fact, see love's a fact! Sees fact i amfrail as a frowning farce,
with a farcical purpose on purpose
- 'Er liarlyresquire's laxativedaisycult! Glad that's out!
Cee accepts whengone i'd 'ave wanted the neofolk i won't know infurtherflung
shit future ta eulojive and prattle,
'when licey grewhup arse he warse geniearse, at least
the carboncat of the artist trying deathdefyyoung
self as mockself lusk egopub licist
out'. Better out thaninnermost.
o so i'm nomore
obscurer
thanan indefatiguise ta elicit,
i grew whips froma perfectly drab outfit, plusafew waspish fibwebs, o i know
She knows; i know't
coz She's a gorgeous reader, i'll crow it: a corker of the holes that're my blotto plot,
and a smasher - of any caddish cabbage spanners' chauvinigma! But ah Englishrose
Cee english 'n' rosey as jenny agutter at twenny, Cee You'll arrow Yer brow
like jimbond over these chewo'erloads, codes of trothplight by the bletchlice pact
of deadnutters i tryta black in an' out of - breaddanderbutter of thingiest stuff wrote
in capital being, note - for Our pleasure, under eyelead tonnesofnight.
She reads me: e.g. from the cardboard comic birthdaycard
notquite a carboncopy of carbonjovi,
but ta the tune of aw gee wellit's soddinobvious once i yo
delete all yodel-
ling, now You Lady who
hurdygurd moy loines Her Her,
i'll singYa 'spiderlice,