about as freakwing a wetterhand now & ampersands under which we can glypse at and feel for ourselves across all those rushyears the warm soft short pants of the quickscribbler: the vocative lapse from which it begins and the accusative hole in which it ends itself; the aphasia of that heroic agony of recalling a once loved number leading slip by slipper to a general amnesia of misnomering one's own: next those ars, rrrr! those ars all bellical, the highpriest's hieroglyph of kettletom and oddsbones, wrasted redhandedly from our hallowed rubric prayer for truce with booty, O'Remus pro Romulo, and rudely from the fane's pinnacle tossed down by porter to within an aim's ace of their quatrain of rubyjets among Those Who arse without the Temple nor since Roe's Distillery burn'd have quaff'd Night's firefill'd Cup But jig jog jug as Day the Dicebox Throws, whang, ampersands & & about as freakwing a wetterhand disdotted & underlinings: under pressure of the writer's hand gravedigging threadworms skelterfugue again and begin again to make soundsense and sensesound kin again) These paper wounds, four in type, were gradually and correctly understood to mean stop, please stop, do please stop, and O do please stop respectively, and following up their one true clue, the circumflexuous wall of a singleminded men's asylum, accentuated by bi tso fb rok engl a ssan dspl itch ina, -- Yard inquiries pointed out þ that they ad bin "provoked" ay þ fork, of … grave BrofŠsor; …th ‚'s BrŠak -- fast -- table; ; ac—tely profŠssionally piqu‚d, to = introd—ce a notion of time [—pon … plane (?) s— ' ' f…‡'e'] by p—nct! ingh oles (sic) in Ispace?! (sic) in Ispace?! (sic) in Ispace?! (sic) in Ispace?! (sic) in Ispace?! (sic) in Ispace?! (sic) in Ispace?! (sic) in Ispace?! & (sic) in Ispace?! (.................) (.................) (.................) (.................) (.................) (.................) (.................) (.................) & (.................)
fonts are a freakwingers freshest function, badsadly, blogger don't format as easy as greasily grits should, as if my wishlist was complex -- no not it ain't.
Futura, my notes go mobphone, as small as other objects :
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about as
freakwing
a wetterhand
now
&
ampersands under which we can
glypse at and feel for ourselves
across all those rushyears
the warm soft short pants
of the quickscribbler:
the vocative lapse
from which it begins
and the
accusative hole in which
it ends itself;
the aphasia of that heroic agony
of recalling a once loved number
leading slip by slipper to a
general amnesia of
misnomering one's own:
next those ars, rrrr!
those ars all bellical,
the highpriest's hieroglyph
of kettletom and
oddsbones,
wrasted redhandedly from
our hallowed rubric prayer
for truce with booty,
O'Remus pro Romulo,
and rudely from the
fane's pinnacle tossed down
by porter to within an aim's ace of
their quatrain of rubyjets among
Those Who arse without the
Temple nor since Roe's Distillery
burn'd have quaff'd Night's
firefill'd Cup But jig jog jug as
Day the Dicebox Throws, whang,
ampersands &
&
about as
freakwing
a wetterhand
disdotted
&
underlinings:
under pressure
of the writer's hand
gravedigging
threadworms
skelterfugue
again and begin again
to make soundsense
and sensesound kin
again)
These paper wounds,
four in type,
were gradually and correctly
understood to mean stop, please
stop, do please
stop,
and O do please
stop
respectively, and
following up
their one true clue,
the circumflexuous wall
of a
singleminded men's asylum,
accentuated by bi tso fb rok engl
a ssan dspl itch ina,
-- Yard inquiries pointed out þ that they
ad bin "provoked" ay þ fork,
of … grave BrofŠsor; …th ‚'s BrŠak
-- fast -- table; ; ac—tely
profŠssionally piqu‚d, to = introd—ce a
notion of time
[—pon … plane (?) s— ' ' f…‡'e']
by p—nct! ingh oles
(sic) in Ispace?!
(sic) in Ispace?!
(sic) in Ispace?!
(sic) in Ispace?!
(sic) in Ispace?!
(sic) in Ispace?!
(sic) in Ispace?!
(sic) in Ispace?!
&
(sic) in Ispace?!
(.................)
(.................)
(.................)
(.................)
(.................)
(.................)
(.................)
(.................)
&
(.................)
fyethers
danm,
blogger doesn't recognise that font.
fonts are a freakwingers
freshest function,
badsadly, blogger don't
format as easy
as greasily grits
should,
as if my wishlist
was complex --
no not it ain't.
Futura,
my notes go mobphone,
as small as other objects :
silvershadow
greyghost.
_________
REMEMBER
MEMORY
_________
a note:
as i was typing, i puncheddubble on
the "e" of secret, i liked it & decided to keep it - & change "character" also so it would appear more uniform.
the other day while going thru Karri Kokko's lovely blog of pwoermds,
Sanaruno
, i noticed he had posted "seecret" way back on January 27, 2008.
so i just wanted to make sure i noted that.
note 2:
the above comment has migrated there by an operator error, please disregard it as it has nothing to do with the freakwing.
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