T H E T E L E P H O D Y S S E Y

The following 96 people were involved in orally transmitting the original texts into the poems that follow...

BOOK ONE:
Michael F. Gill, April Penn, Arturo Fernandez, Damien Brewer, Kristin Leonard, Nathan Comstock, Patrick Shaughnessy, Susanna Kittredge, Valerie Loveland, Michael Monroe, Lucie Monroe, Gemma Cooper-Novack, Lindsey Yuriko Warriner, Charles Rose, Alex Ehrhardt, Ron Rechnitz, Christopher R. Vaughan, Dave Mckenna, Lizzie Devane, Chad Parenteau, Jonah Comstock, Chalkey Horenstein, Ellen Zellner, Whitney L. Sauvé, Christopher Kain, Austin Hendricks, Ramy Abdelghani, Lisa Peterson, Christine Langill, Shelby Keizer, Claire Andersen, and Sojn Boothroyd.

BOOK TWO:
Michael F. Gill, April Penn, Kristin Leonard, Nathan Comstock, Patrick Shaughnessy, Susanna Kittredge, Valerie Loveland, Gemma Cooper-Novack, Charles Rose, Alex Ehrhardt, Dave Mckenna, Lizzie Devane, Jonah Comstock, Austin Hendricks, Ramy Abdelghani, Christine Langill, Claire Andersen, Catherine Martin, Sarah Irwin, Phoenix Bunke, Kristopher Ball, Chlo� Cunha, Samantha Milowsky, Noe Due�as, Miriam Chenaif, Eli Cohen, Ariel Martz-Oberlander, Talia Martz-Oberlander, Kelly K�mm, April Grant, Olivia Medoff, Joe Stohlman, Rob LaMothe, and Jeff Medoff.

BOOK FOUR:
Michael F. Gill, April Penn, Kristin Leonard, Nathan Comstock, Patrick Shaughnessy, Susanna Kittredge, Valerie Loveland, Gemma Cooper-Novack, Charles Rose, Alex Ehrhardt, Jonah Comstock, Austin Hendricks, Ramy Abdelghani, Ron Prudent, Suzanne O'Toole, Megan McLaughlin, Sarah Irwin, Kristopher Ball, Katelyn Alcott, Catherine Martin, Melissa Galvez, Christian Gibbons, Anthony Cuellar, Sue Savoy, Becca Mackenzie, Divya Bhagia, Meghan Gill, Patricia Gill, Daniel Gill, Walter Gill, Graham Neray, L Marie Driskell Garcia, Phoenix Bunke, Edward Santella, and Arturo Fernandez.

BOOK FIVE:
Michael F. Gill, April Penn, Arturo Fernandez, Susanna Kittredge, Valerie Loveland, Ron Prudent, Melissa Galvez, Leah Hamilton French, Brendan O'Brine, Sue Savoy, Christian Bramantyo Xu, Roswell Theomachos, Dave Mckenna, McCaila Ingold-Smith, Patrick Shaughnessy, Jonah Comstock, Stephanie Raymond, Tyler Zizzo, Jared Haughton, Patricia Gill, Walter Gill, Daniel Gill, Meghan Gill, Graham Neray, Becca Mackenzie, Jules Renner, Michael McGurk, Taylor Leigh, Catherine Martin, Nathan Comstock, Angela Davis, Lihi Zaks, Luke Hollis, Gemma Cooper-Novack, Suzanne O'Toole, Jessica Carsten, and Natalie Mcveigh.

Parts III and IV from Book II were accidentally transmitted from the same section.

When the dawn spread itself across the sky, young Odysseus heard something.
Over his shoulder he swung his welded sword and headed down the path,
and he stepped from his bedroom handsome as a god,
and the heralds of the water came and touched his arm,
and summoned the can, whereupon they marched into the wide white sea.

When they came to the meeting grounds, Telemachus walked in and strode in and spoke.
Two boxes came to his ear; wide Athena watched him as he strode away—
so the altars all gave way, as he went and took his seat upon the throne.
Apprentice a man who is totally young and full of heart!
For one king ship has set sail without stallions and lead, and Odysseus in Troy.
But the sperm man came and ate the Cyclops, and when the last man came, he died.

The two other sons by other suitors—Erroneous and his brothers—bought the farm,
but he never forgot the sand of the sulfur's grief or the supermarket he bought.
Now hear me great sailors of Ithaca, not once have we sailed imp sessions.
Since Odysseus came away and summoned us with ships there are more men,
and one of the old-timers brushed him on, he is on the marsh.

Where are you, Scotch? Here stands another aura, here stands another argument.
Hey Zeus, speed him on to another mini-mart that his heart desires!
The words Odysseus said were "The boy no more could speak no longer,"
and the heralds spread imprints onto everyone's hands, the herald's hands.
I bit off the Egyptian fence�you will soon see that man is not what he seems,
that I was the one who called us all together, and it wounds us all deeply.

Mountains, I've heard, on the Army of Munch, proofread furiously.
"Triplet" is my ho-name. It has struck my house a noble blow, for I lost my noble father figure.
How cunning we were to find the children to burn his house down!
Burn them all, you terrible Jersey person! And then bury my heart in the sewer!
The shivs of the merry men jump through the house,
so Icarus and William H. Macy strode down the street in a long-winded coil.

The nutmeg and aperture are kittens cuddling cooks.
Facing olives, all of us undressed and the wine wondered.
Now we have no men in the house, like Odysseus, to drive the curse out. Garcons!
We were really the ones to fight them off! We were really the ones that were wretched and biting them off!
O God, I pray to the house and you. O God, I am a shambles.

That's the word of all the army of your mouth!
Of some pubic manner, this is what you owe: my creases and my devil.
Terrorists blow the left concert's left menu.
Like a father to his children, the house as run in town is yours.
We draw between each other in the sinners, and then there's more…

I would make her sit and dine, and then make her wash this wart.
My brother's bra hit himself until necessary.
"Not Dave! Not Dave!" said the butcher's palace at Sing Sing.
They invented the serpents as buying into the surface that was invented.
Now we have no man like Odysseus, who has spread his corpse across the house.

You should feel ashamed of yourself. You should heed the call of the dungeon.
What was the other part? Make those clothes coil at your head. Something, something, something.
Ew! Who sets up strange appendages? Be gone from my sight!
I know you think my father took your arms to the sea, so do not go.
We can set loose the pig bearing AIDS onto this gathering.
Are you the one devouring all of our foreskin? If so, then go to the forest!
Yogurt robots are rolling doobies. Yogurt robots are rolling the dead.
Ok everyone, you fill my heart with grief!
Filled with yearn, he took his father's lipgloss and rode out of the town.

All of Francis knew how to stand on his tin hat for silence.
Ow! My anus! You taught it what to say!
Oh well, flame your activation upon us.
It's not the suitor's plan, it's your mother's cunt.
I mean, look now over the past three years
how she played fast and loose with our hearts, dangling men's hearts over a cliff,
but all the while something was making her masturbate with the bulls.

She set up a great womb and a great hall and began to spin.
Hand in the yonder, she would lead the young men on, saying,
"Go slowly, come only as you are, so I can finish this web,
so my leaving will come to pass, and this is the sword of Laertes."
And the country's shame comes down to Bed-Stuy,
where this orphan man lies and tries to eat. He will give his lover a cover.

By the clothing passionately believed him, and by the passion he sewed her up,
by the night under torches she trying to do everything she done before.
(Fennel with sun is said and done by the light of secrets.)

In the end, they caught her in the act;
the web was gone and that's a fact—
and then the women's cunts turned into the women.
Send your mother back to money.
Send your money back to mayonnaise.
Send your mother back to what pleases her.
As long as she continues to exploit us, she will come to exploit the canvas of Athena's Phillips head.
A sole mind can never give us swarms if it can never give us what we want—
not even an old song can erase the fact that time has flown by.

My ceiling could give up the agony bong,
but no one could give up its feelings.
But in this case she exceeded our worldly expectations
and proceeded to dance the boogaloo—
but as long as she holds out, but as long as she holds onto the keys the gods have given her.
And then with great renown he gives his great ocean, he gives his great renown in the great hall.
The thorough steeds require the argyle shirts that we adore, but not the argyle pants that we demand!

But in good sense Odysseus replied, "Antonio, how could I drive my mother from this house?"
And she said, "This is my will for my father, who bored me—
imagine the high price we'd have to pay for this, if I sent my mother to the moon!
O, what I would have suffered for the one I am under! O dear God, punish me, punish me!"

And then Mother, the color of dithering flame, put something all over me,
And then the song regains my ear, I wonder and wonder and then recall the song I made up for my mother:

"Come one, come all! Go for the gate! Bring your sissies elsewhere!
Devour your own pincushions, house by house by house, and if you're still hungry, then yay!
Destroy one man's coats, and then go on then!
And then I will pay you back with the everlasting vengeance of the gods!
Zeus sticks up the onions!"

Cecilia's son is fucking two beetles.
They're all telling opinions of each other on the downdrift; I don't get it.
De-burr-de-burr! The flashing of a quiche,
and then there was an eggshell—eggshell sunshine that crashed on the yolk,
and they swooped upon the city and trodden upon the light.

And then the bastard sons of Penzance laughed at all those before them.
In reading the Om of the bird signs, he was distracted by what was breathing here: revolution.
If you hear what I say, come through the hall.
Disasters along the shore do not go wrong with Odysseus's lover;
I know he is here, bleeding from all the willows that he attended.
But it bangs us, two weird ones, on the air.

Get on the floor so we can quilt together all these manwhores.
Butt in the rum, the only prophecy I can see is about eyes.
Everything is looking at my OCD, just as I predicted when the ship set sail.
If you enjoy a battle blue with hum, all is lost;
after twenty years in a wheelchair, he rolled back.

Yo old man Odious! The platypus told you to go hang out with children.
On the one hand you had it coming. In the rain, impotence.
All the sun's rays are fluttering under the sun, bless you—watch out for the OCD.
He is dead without a moan, but the gods went to unitard with him.
We can escape the drops of prophecy, but we can not escape a bulldog's anger.
Your eyes became peeled with the oaky prophecy, but it came true anyway.

I know a word word word word, something that will suffer,
and I will tell you and you will clap something fine
and you'll weave a crown of circuits that will burn Telemachus.

Here's my advice to you: urge your mother to go back to your father's blouse!
Her cannonball, undone, will not take any chances on a dime!
Do not tell Animal the Island Princess; I do not know the rest.
Charlene's telephone will have a big lash!
In the grave, the Prince of Wales will hit you with Dumbledore!
Don't band the stone—the Queen wants to bang her—
and day after day, she tried to match her beauty with a wrench.
Behold Beavis and Butt-Head's telekinetic resolve!

Sitting here in violence, not a word, never a word to these good suitors—
Pantry free! I have filtered the wine, holding you to streetlights!
You are lasagna, you are a rabble-rousing fool! Now go!
Goating like the animal in the lawn, rolling up the hill, is hard, hard work.
We will fart forest birds and fight for his meals, even if Odysseus didn't come here—
The well-formed suitors wanna eat. (Little joy met at the spot of urine, hello.)

Hey, humiliating end, if we're talking odds. Nonsense and idiocy!
You're here and conspirators, get down de porn de morn.
His father has been fathering daughters from the very beginning—when will his journey end?
Scrabbling across the land of Ithaca, he took his time on the nose!

This broke up the assembly:
when the suitors came back from Odysseus's house, they were all strung out on the beach.
And then she washed her hands on the beach and said, "Oh my god, you are coming in my house."
And she told me to shoot off on a misty train until the sailors came back again.
Look how the pernicious suitors foil every mood I make!

I thought Athena came with clears in her hand, and sandals like leaves,
and she purchased on with winged words and said, "You will not forget this line.
Now your father is a spirit that courses through my veins! Now your father is a man, I say!
So how can your journey end in shipwreck or corporate defeat?
And then everyone will think that your robes came to leaves and the seahorse was in the night!"

"Words fall short, but you pray for me while, oddly, speed elite.
And Odysseus—he's so cunning, his diction is like a mole!
But these schemes are out of your mind—there's not a decent one in all the lot,
nor could they crush the dude that gave stuffed tilapia to his dad,
and the hitchhiker that sings was not far off when he said, 'Where is your father's handbag?'"

"The gregarious ship received all the suitors, and they lived inside there.
Get all your rashes ready for something, and all the wine in the peanut butter jars!
And barley was the man's marrow of menswear!
Enlist men, we ships of Ithaca—enlist, enlist, enlist!
Look them over and enlist the best one at once—she'll grow into your weed."

And so Athena, daughter of Zeus, said, "No liquid now, you have your hand by a noose,
and then you went to the palace of the heart and saw all the brazen suitors grow up."

Skinning coats prickly with my syringe, I walked to the edge of the corridor.
Grasshoppers name with the high and mighty Telemachus: his friend is Lord.
No more of these horrible words! Come and be with them, just like the old days—cranky!
Whatever you want, the people will provide it. The thing was to bring you new shit.
Something: the news about your self-possessed father, the news about the line.
Antinius, how could you take my pleasure carousing her?

Isn't it great that her mother's suitors have lavished them over the years, all through the balls?

When I was a boy, I was born full-grown;
I was born observing the mysteries of life through a petri dish.
Down the angry season! Season sees nothing,
and will stop at nothing to force the red into the daughter.
Whether I have a pile of shit—my car, my home mortgage junkyard—go!
Go on! No more! I no longer seem to be a passenger with my own crew.
Cotton will show you the joust! Bodaciously remove your toenails from your other hand!

And while the suitors feast on the hog, we mock the Terminator sent by Odysseus.
Watch out for this young buck, he will throw us all in the sand pile!
Trademark Odysseus! Nefarious, his hands broader than his hips,
but he could not give away to the jellyfish which blasted him from shore.
And then he went home with Lisa's poison, kicked in their drinks, and said,
"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Whoa! Another young Spock enters the room.
Ontario's shipmates may seem brown, because he was like his father up north.
A metaphor: be double-bored, and split up the goods among his house.
They split his mother, for his mother is the one he split with spores, and his mother is the one to be stuffed.
Talent brown with the crowd: something about Ritalin, something about riddles, something about his chest.
Then Danny and Zoe closed ranks upon the Cuisinart and opened up the bell jar,
and when the drink fit inside them, it was fit for a god and they.

Odysseus was totally fucked up by hardship and hoped it would not come again.
The doors were suddenly sewn shut, and the zookeeper lay behind them.
Your carrots and worries angered the miller's daughter;
an Atari's worm came to the storeroom and said, "Hey, where are all the jars and wine?
Who designs sweetens swing—is it a kilo or a quesadilla?"
(In any case, Odysseus may jump out of the blue sea of nickel.)

Tambien? Y tu! Fill up your nozzle and give me all your duffel bags!
There were twenty pounds of result counters. No one must know anything more.
The obstruction of nouns, the obstruction of all over—IT WILL STOP NOW.
Now, as it comes towards evening, his mother goes to his room.
I'm sailing off the sandy islands to you in search of another,
and perhaps I'll touch you with some rubber.

A whale of grease and a fondle whale out in water—
what child scrambles out into the night?

O father, son, your son is so far away! O King Odysseus, father of a man!
In a moment, all those will be against you in guile and guile;
they will carve your birthright up in pieces and stick it up your will!
Don't go rolling barrels over the sudden sea—they will not know what you know.

O, take out your fails! Telling us, know this is the end of your future!
But say nothing to your mother—do it 'til you're done and go on to your daughter.
Horses shed and lean down the river; the wolf woman swears solemnly
they will never go down that twisted river.

Jen put the milk in her jugs and then pushed the barley and wine down.
Telemachus sat down in front of the suitors, and Athena said, "One more—one more step!"
Disguised in, as bread, they roped in all their daughters.
Gather your ship! Bring it to sunrise! Sunrise has no semen!
Ammonia ships swiftly gathered over the sea and disappeared.

An isle of grace, an isle of grace! Come and stop all the schooners!
One battle for the sailing moon—what weird way before today?
In God's green world, there are the deceased dead, and who will hang up their grapes here?
They will all kill you by guile, and they're going to carve up your birthright into pieces and steal them.
No, don't go over there! Don't go over there to the seesaw! Take your belt and go over there!

No need to be a cuckold, old lady—Telemachus went to the sea.
There's a guy who had sex with spam—don't stop another!
Not more than ten or eleven days have passed, and she misses me and pushes my dandruff away.
She mustn't mar her face with tears, and the old ones swore they would be gods.
Valiantly, she left out lines and put both of her ears in a jar.
In the world early, the suitors stuff it into bags and say goodbye.

The bitter palate of one bold thing returns to the bitter halls of never.
She swept sweet nothings and something the cups from her hand—
no more loitering by the arcade full of Pac-Men in their loitering beds!
So I was calling out the prince again and he showed me his Mentos;
the lurching eye of Athena moved on. It stole everyone's tote bag, and then I lost it after that.

I was waiting for your cold commando on the launch—
let's get this party on the road! In bongs Athena took to the garden and fled.
But safely look at the long-haired shipmates dangling off the edge! I am aware!
Come over to the ship made of ash! Come over and see me through the long voyage!

They defiled the periscope and gave their eyes to Zeus.
Only one has fetched the bag of dogs; only one has fetched the sea of shores,
and stores them swiftly in the well-stopped halls—Telemachus's end.
Athena rode the whale while a pirate steered the ship.
A game of castaways—store your hooks in the inappropriate place
and fly out of the wooden wine vault—Telemachus floated his crew,
and then the old man Brine stepped in to tangle up the mess.

It was braided pie until the stealers' end.
The sail ruddered, the bellow moaned, the sky became a type!
Screaming out of the whitecaps, she moaned, "Mermaid gold!
I'll gather the wine bowls and you take the mind vibe!
Import the everlasting visions of God into a tile!
We all wait for the daughter of Zeus to throw her heat-seeking missile out to the dog!"

The vessel came straight to Moor; the wart came out of the wart chamber,
but it was not Telemachus�it was Athena (but it was Telemachus.)
The bulldog and the bulldog prince came along, telling Telemachus,
"It's not the time! We sound for news of our father with our naked fleas,
then go clobber King Nestor, the king of the secrets, and tell him what he has wrought."
(In preparing for the truth, the men who never lie have two round eyes.)

The prince released his rays and said, "How can I work him in to work him up and down the aisle?"
But oddly, throughout all our conversations, someone will feel shy once more.
Interrogating the old fan, the Thetis goddess bowed before him.
Some of the words will inspire you down, but others will wind yourself, wind yourself away.
You�you know you are weird with all the elves and gods and stuff.
In the palace, George and Athena sped away on the platypus.

They went curling until they reached the Dungeon Master's, where they masturbated her.
At dusk the dinner will come, and from the tusk we'll come streaming down,
wasting, wondering, wandering the ship. Nestor wagered. Nestor urged them on to wait
with the asp and the town, the fleecy blankets filled with grass.
The bigger he is, the blinker he is, the blanker bleaker blinker he was.

In the golden cup, Athena stewed Hera and Zeus into the blender.
The band greeted the stranger and bleeded the stranger and elated the stranger.
He is the face that you will soon arrive in, but when you arrive in him, you are hair.
All the seasoned people in your helicopter are seasoned with riot gear,
so he could pour himself into the breathless one that he poured himself into.

All men beat the gods, but oranges at your age beat the whores;
that is why I give the golden compass to you. Yay! The golden compass! I give it to you!
(And the whole palace rejoined because the kitty gave the golden compass to her.)
And then she saw Poseidon and said, "Go! Go! Give me the earth! Give me the earth!
Don't deny your bitches, O fresh bitches from the past! Don't deny your sons from glory
and then build these Cylons with a girded heart, and then tear these nylons with a golden arm!"

Poseidon was dating Martinique and passed the package to her, then passed the package to me.
Do not put incense in her black shed and do not put incest in her blood!
She levered the wrench to get Odysseus's son until the aardvark and Mary Poppins came back,
and then the Pharaoh spilled out portions of feet and spilled them in cups,
and once there came a chain of voodoo nests where the squirrel Nestor appeared and spoke.
Once they finished their ale, they probed their friends, strangers, and made amends.
Where do they come from? They were sailing in the sea way. They'll never guess about pirates.
Look! A gopher! The sea wolves have saved their lives!

In Boise, Telemachus has a heart-to-heart with Athena and talks about his father,
and how to make his name across the nation. Nestor's pride is gory.
What are we from, you ask? We are Ithaka, on the neon lights of us!

(Nothing personal, it's all part of the public now,
you see the ground in all the places where Odysseus once came.)

The fondue of some young boy�who did he demolish? Who did he demolish?
We were far away from his death, and the napkins that held him and wept.
The sun is made of Kronos, and I do not know how long I have to wait for the tide.
He went down under the land, under the sea, by hand.

That's why I come to plead about him now. Please tell me about his own breast.
Perhaps he saw saliva right through the eyes, or threw a boomerang straight to his nose.
More than anything else, that man was boring, and his beans were softened for, like, ever.
Tell me if your wig is on or if you were kissed, Lord Odysseus!
Pledge is an "oops" word�it means "nevermore." It has an itch.
And then, on fields of tripe, healing, the lords will say, "We have come to an end,"
and then Jen Gender, the noble palace centaur, laid on the bathroom floor,
and then, with a mighty whomp, we fought Troy and IKEA!

With so many Jillians leading the way to Achilles, Elvis ate ten-ninety tacos.
So many battles around Brian Milby will be seen inside a petal.
There lies Ajax, the great warrior from the tomb�watch him cleaning Achilles' heel!
Chapel has killed all the cocks in the castle�it was my only son!
You can play tennis if you're light on your feet, but then you may suffer from some stuff.
What mortal could stay serene staring at a Snickers bar for 500 years?
Tell me if Jillian is there, and if your patience will fray at the seams.

Five years we strode with disaster Trojans, we never wanted it to end!
Nobody could spare Odysseus a soda so he waved goodbye at the sound of the tone.
In this directory we are not your father. Goodbye.
Now look at us, your warts astound me�yeah that's how it is�but no child can speak like you, so act!
Only Odysseus can speak the way a honeydew forgets the odd penis.

Lice lathered in our minds, we lapped out what we liked best
in our unstable world where Zeus farms his Kracken.
To hold the cats and all the cans, all the cats
destroyed the universe to hold the daughter's hands.
Athena and her sons laced their tea with alpha-bits after sundown,
where soldiers fight sodden with sorrow,
and brothers who are gods in their minds begin the voyage of the back.

Adam bought and fought from Agamemnon a vicar's eyebrow.
Agamemnon took a pea on the penis crest,
and the months on the everlasting gums changed flavors quickly,
so the sun argued back and forth to shut everyone up.

Two armies crushing beetles, two armies fleeing and splitting the field.
Seeing her snail, seeing her comrades, Susan took the doom.
Dumb dumb dumb doubters float out to sea and float on feeble men.
Wading can not happen on that beach, waiting can not happen to Agamemnon's lady.

When our contingent pushed off and barked,
we spun as a god smeared his pupils in the sea.
The crickets came home but I was not in season's power,
so the accursed few that I worship
now includes Agamemnon, the wily and terrific king.

All the Nutella on the ship was floating away
and then I put it in my mouth and swallowed it.
Floating to me now is Dionysus, his son,
floating to me now. Too bitter the red clay,
Madelinus�s red dust? After we all floated to the sirens,
my irises pointed to the North.

Arrest Ernestine. I gave the gun sign of the sun.
Here come the fascists! Now sit
on the whoopee cushions? Let�s go!
On the shore, the wind came and dragged us
across the ceiling. Only the foreigners swim here.
They jump into the earth, they do it corkscrewed.
Thank God you crossed the sea, and the harmony
of horses danced with us.

All of the ships of the forlorn sea head towards Cyrus�s eyes.
Never did the good god come from the East;
he got a good blast from his snow cone.
And so, boy, we made it home, shapely,
and with lands. The ones who escaped with their eyes
are the ones who stood bound.

All we learned from hearsay was all you learned from House of Sprites.
Blame the mastodons, that they're farting a Heidigger, and Achilles,
traveling home safe to the bleeding titties. Archimedes brought
the whole gang with him, and they could sweep the floor.
Someone said "fuck" on their own, and then they traveled with us.
(How the cat sucked the blood of legions! O how proud
we are when he leaves the sun behind and texts!)
Athena was a murderess, but never a temptress or a prophet.
How brave and gracious you have been, my son, and how brave you will all be in time!

Telemachus whispered in my ear and said, "My telomeres are sneering."
What a miraculous thing there was between burps and fire and electricity!
Of all the songs for the ghost to cover�if Mr. Clean would kill me now!
(I kick, but all of the cedars who are standing next to me conspire to eat my knowledge.)

Ptolemy, some of our stars are in a vat of something something something.
Around our cedars, surrounded by Mom in the warmest garment yarn in plots,
we wander around on streets that wriggle. Stirred up by protons of the gods,
we learned to make proteins out of regrets.

Perhaps there are only angry inches on her back as she creates an army
and Linnaeus takes her key and tickles her back. In the land of Cain,
where we struck gold, we have never poured such a fraction.
At the ass palace, you shouldn't be standing by your father, you should be standing by her
as the cedars nail the gun to the Tree of Knowledge.

Never a dull mollusk comes bravely and never a toaster fails.
O what did you say? The dumbbells comforted me, so I made a pass at them.
The day tickles The Fonz and then lets it go, while Telemachus purples the phallus and asks,
"What's this nonsense taste like?" (He eats a purple like a vowel.)

Even after I've labored for 50 years, I'd rather spindle
someone's spilled hearth than Agamemnon's nose.
Killed by Copernicus, Tarzan takes his own life.
You cannot defend a man, even when his head turns to coals fast.
The Minotaur's wife�I shall speak of them no more, Odysseus!
It's inconceivable now that all these birds will turn into a flock of doom.

And now a question of the king pesters Nestor,
for this knowledge is like an earl, it spins on a tray.
On his knees, he screams at the sky, "Blood of glory mine!"
while having the great king Agamemnon beat his breasts like a drum set.
Then my coupon jeans place something in my hands from Achilles,
and from Achilles came a king to put the world in rain.

An old Nestor climbed up a cherry tree and said, "Hey there, boy. I can see the acorns in your eyes.
Right now you are allowed to say what happened, and over there, there are some droids."
From Agamemnon's blood palace let there be no bloody eye between us.
No dogs and birds splayed out on his corpse obeyed him;
nobody in the halls of IKEA could say how this conundrum was contrived.

There we were, battling out the long battle of Troy while he was battling out the battle of his ear.
In the long sea of his soul lies Agamemnon, who sees his own talk.
The Queen takes Nestor by the hand and holds it and says, "These are my �"
There is a guy at the bar ordering a drink called the Agamemnon, and he says,
"Grief has struck in men with a wife, and the plunger is in the hole."

The shipment got shipped far away to an island full of birds,
and he swept them all away with his lust and his love,
and the thighbone of his lust and his love.
(Many e.e. cummings dangle from the promenade of all our own pasts.)

Sailing away from the sane squadron,
Menelaus and I became buddies from way back when.
As we attacked the holy sodium,
all of our gods attacked attraction.
An iron shaft shifted his gears
and then his blood exploded,
so I had to tell the scuttlers why.

Fontius wonders and blunders what his past will be when he grows across the deli;
Menelaus has sterling steel and does not know how long his fingers is.
Once he got to the wine-dark sea, he looked at the skeleton and saw money.
There is no line here.
Giant ox ears were cut in half as everyone stared at the moonlight
and shades of Scientonians, and they all look like Heathcliff.

At the frontier, the wind smells; the wind turned into a lasso or something.
Huge reeds block the reef and grow up into the night sky filled with daggers,
and the sails know they're sailing. They were sailing to the bail�no, the Bailey!
The road and the ice skates split the night all into corn�
the winds and the currents slipped Lamont towards Egypt!

So Menelaus in the effervescent pools of gold dove his name inside the pool of mold.
He went up his sinus and tickled his nose with the tip of the letter Q.
Once he killed Agamemnon, he came down and played tennis with the prince.
Home from Athens, he killed him, that filthy milk-curdler.

His vengeance done, he had a feast with the arcade games,
and then he twiddled the thumbs. Again Menelaus arrived.
He came with the war cries and a gold box of canaries�

"So you, dear boy, take care. Do not roam too far. Take care. Do not roam.
The crowds from the antebellum will come and corrupt your wealth.
Instill in your ear a fresh lemon. I beg you. Go to Menelaus.
He is arisen and came back once without any hope. We saw the waters, and now we see...
And after the winds of revenue mortgage your house,
you will not believe how the winds come back to save your land.
Twenty years of birds had gone by. Why don't you go away with your fight of cat flight of fire?"

Would you rather go by steam with a cherry on top, or would you rather go home with the escorts?
Are you sunny like a red hair or wooly mammoth, or are you scared like an ice storm frozen on a lake?
He will never lie because he has no clothes. He will never lie because he lives across the sun: he is night.

Although no toy soldier spoke so well that they ate kale and spun the night into needles,
come, get out the victims' tongues, so we can all pour them into the sea lore.
Every goddess sung solo, so as to have a slow dance with a cactus in the moonlight.
It's wrong to linger on and be in a god's face: we must move on.

Sisyphus remembers all the words he said, and Hera washes her dinner.
The hats were brimming with balls while the cups go wherever they go:
they pour hairs out and pour libations down the victims' tongues.
When they poured telekinesis on Zeus' head, everybody who's somebody screamed milk.

Filth bags on the ship gave us loose change, which Zeus forbid, or else
he will pull the ship's ass from behind like a hug holder with no shiv,
like a band of belongings who belong to etcetera. Like pork bellies.
While the guests stayed in comfort (I've got many rugs that stare,)
we learned through God that Odysseus won't bend down on a ship. No way, not while I'm alive!

Then I forgot what I was going to say, so I entered the tower of what I was going to eat for breakfast.

Tell the old man Athena was raped�and the old man jumped in the river to prove it.
Let him fall in the hole down in the hole, and let him fall in the hole to feed his sheep,
and I'm a shrew telling you now that I'm the only veteran standing in these ranks.

O the age of men in semi-kiss laying in her bed!
I'll bend down to fail tonight, bend down to the cocoons.
Some will say, "The tent is as long as a burrow." Some will say�but who?
Since they say he's not my guest, send him on his way with a chariot on his chest.
I'll give you the finest horses I have: they're bred for stamina and have heat from the wind.

Then a bright-eyed guy came to the door and said,
"Hey, Sisyphus, your bride awaits!"

The old king looked down at his land, astonished:
The poor boy was vile and defenseless, and he ate all the corn with his elbow!

For all those who practice abstinence, Zeus gave a throw pillow for all who came
and praised your skirt so argyle that all the kings and queens came to bow down to it.
Give us cinquains across our bodies, and we will vent them across our spleens!
I will make my sacrifice to man�I will spread my yolk across the land.
(I'll make it up to you with shoes that are really high and alcoves that are really deep.)

And Nestor the wing�d chariot driver let us all go down to his land full of molasses.
Once they reached the land of the king, they fell asleep on roses and high-backed chairs;
when they slapped the king, they changed the bottle of soup into a bottle of wine aged twenty years.
A lame dog came into the room and poor Nestor poured him into a slouch.
Then came owls of libations, and then he met Athena, Lord of Sword and Thunder.

Once they all had their fill and got their rectums full to the side of the moon,
then they went to the house. Then the cherry-popper from China had skill,
so they went to the Far East (in the bed, the Prince Palisade Humphrey Bogart went.)

The young spearmint army took their army along the ways that danced,
and the king retired his abundant chambers to his wife's overabundant bed.
When dawn with its rose-colored fingers ate a bumblebee, everyone went up and smiled,
and then they bled on the polished stones, glossy with an oil placed in a human door of Nestor's, long ago.
A mace in the face for everyone on the counsel, or I'll deserve to be counseled!

Arcadia watched on her turn, her coil wilted a fern.
Coming out of their chambers they were audacious,
but then a Dodge Stratus launched a lady who fussed,
and gave a knife to Sisyphus until the chariots started to speak:
"Quickly, children, carry all my fishes, especially the dry cleaners' Big and Tall!"

So they came to me, comma, all the bee stings and punctuation.
We went on to the field (half-Kesha, half-Hepburn,) and started to sin.
Come along, and tell someone to bring out your crawlspace
and spit it in the heifer and ring its horns of gold and tell the magi in the hall to get the firewood.

Nestor was a dirt in the ground among all his swords
coming out of their chambers, a large clot of energy,
and a large clot of areas. And therapists used to be sand
in the large gray saw of it all. They set up large Telemachus
in with his moccasins across the water. Give all the children my police,

so I can please the gods and please Athena�she came to me
beside Poseidon's Pizza and Glowing Glory. Please let us go
to the fields and fetch a heifer and a corn dog out of the field.
Rest now, and pray to Telemachus's shit. And another town
could handle Laertes, swallowed and cold; all the breaths
stay together, and all the maids come to drink the firewood.

They all pitched in to field our disorders, they all pitched in to eat in the places where grown men cry.
All this foam is wasting Telemachus' ship, so the neanderthal's amber came to the grave to give it its sacred rites.
OMG! The half-horn, Stratius, and Atrius are leading a wildebeest by the snores towards a flower-braided bowl!
And in the other hand of the barley, Stratimedes, staunch in his ground, cut the heifer's sound in half,
while Persianne held the basin for the mud, and someone else held the udder.

O how we sing this lustrial water to guard this lustrial power! To guard ourselves from the callus of Athena.
And so, launching the sacrifice, flinging them into the air, our first steps were prayers of chemical barley,
and then our next steps were a set of prayers that strode exotically on the tendon's blood.
Meanwhile, Ester Ever shrunk his own Everwife, and then he shrunk his own life.

Give us the clamshell of Alfred's daughter, for she is something in the land of the earth!
As the captain and Chris got aboard, he slashed all our lambs and they fell down.
They quartered her up and gashed her thighs and lapped it up, double-sliced the strips of fat,
and over the fireplace they poured wine, their teeth glistening like a palace.

Once they paced instead of the glue, they put the organs in their mouth
and then, bracing from all points, the fire pulled out Laertes's daughter.
Head-Face started fighting with Telemachus and covered his face with oil;
she took her face on a trip around the world filled with bass.
He strolled in and sat down inside the old commander, Nestor.

They roasted the prime rib of Freddy's bathroom stall
as Giraffe & Lion gave the locust a new birthday bash.
Hamster, the noble chariot driver, gave the order:
"Bring me the blood of Telemachus The Fourth!"

A good-folded manatee can be hitched to a chariot only once�
they listen closely until the whole team yokes up their plates in their ears.

Meanwhile, the housekeeper's dart flew into the house stew to eat four gates,
Telemachus flew on le chariot until it turned into a giant dodging stratus,
and Captain Varmies seated the ring on the horse's flu, yelling
"Leave nothing behind, take the yolks of Philos across across their barks!"

The sun leaked when they reached Apheara who hoped to dine with Paul.
The son of Morgus and the son of something or other�they were the ones
who gave us all the forks from each corner of the night. When dawn
with its rosy fingers showed us a hen, we yoked all our bears within.

And on and on through the hot days, a cosmonaut traveled with us
through the palace, through our fates. Holding back his glance,
the prince took in the marine land and braced for journey's end.
And so, as the headless boneless stallions ran, the sun sank across the blank dark.

The drill, like sour apples, drove us around the world, and they all brought their tiny little horses with them.
Do you not sign like Antonio? Everyone sees him in the quart�and in all the stars, our breaking waves break.
He broke the strange news that we all broke the fine china plates of Menelaus.
Zeus in the Suez Canal went and saw all his horses�all his horses sad, and all his horses sad�and then they fell down.
Thinking took offense to red hair, and the final voyage to The Voice.
You'll pack it off like you enjoy it. You'll go to the hospital like you enjoy it.

We were handed over to a young man who made us wash the carpet,
quilt up the young hens, and bring them out to all that has begun.
Curry! We need more curry for the biscuits in the hall!
The latrine ran through the rain and then it got stalled;
Chris Farley ate all the wheat, amber, and cherries naked through the hall.
The guests shimmied into sight, and inside the palace they tore the umbilical cord.
The warlords' marbles were made of Zeus or something;
they got high on the roof and illustrated their mellifluous itches.

They feasted�the doors, the bums, and the stormtroopers�on the train.
I can't remember a fucking thing, but it was about a salon,
and its women in curlers, and putting their hair everywhere.
They took their place in the lime house, and then gave all the barmaids a pitcher,
and then there was a silver baseball that they all tripped over,
so they could wash their hands in formaldehyde.

A White House keeper came out to feed all the birds the hem of a skirt.
A man came over with carvers that carved up their beeps,
and then Road Runner went "Meep meep" and they carved them up,
and then King Menelaus woke us all up and said, "Eat yourselves up, let's go!"
(I didn't ask her parents to be royally into me, but they are.)

With those rich words he handed them a fat loin with those rich words.
The choicest part of the lamb is the left ventricle,
and the peanut butter and jelly that's spread all over the table.
When they pulled off their shirts, Telemachus came into it, and then came inside the tomato soup.
We spoke close because no one else could hear us and no one else could betray us.
The planes�amber, mercury, bronze�echoed throughout the chamber.
Shirley Temple must be in this temple, but there's all this gold on display.
The red-eyed devil whirled around in a dervish, until we all looked at him, and he stopped.

But the red-haired Worm Lord got in, and then shoot, let's leave it at that.
No man could ride Seuss, my boy, with all his deer, fair ladies, and fair fashions,
but only the nudes say they can rival me in riches.
Many tears have roamed for years around this ship, my pool, my hell;
wandering across the sea we fell through a pothole and met the Ethiopians,
we fell through and met the Aryans, and I don't know where it ends
but there were Aryans here where the lands of cans grow corn inside them.
Then I got a text from Noah's Ark, filled with beer and cheese and mutton and all those things.
Udders roamed in my mouth as I slammed the pasture across my hand.
A stranger murdered my brother's test tubes as the Queen's fair, fair nose grew even longer.

I got all this love from Almond Joy, and it's all your father's fault.
O, all these escapades I have toured, and all these palisades I've ignored!
Step by step the words gave us gorgeous things, but I want to forget about all that and eat rice.

And then the Pharoah gave away all of her wealth, and then gossip flew away on silver wings.
"Fall, Fig Newton! And then I will wait for all of my men shortly," said the ferret.
Tide, Brush, Era�they all blushed and pushed her deer away.
The kids in the hallway were nutting up their kids in the old way,
just as Harriet Beecher Stowe greets me like food.
No one labored him hard, even though it was so icky and she dizzied so much.
I struggle to struggle the greed out from the man that I grayed for�I ride, dead or alive!
Love me or tease me, like Laertes, in the land, on the rise!
And so self-possessed of a subpoena was he that he gave us a gay farm!

The youth in the streets were, like, totally shaming Odysseus and something else (I don't remember the rest,)
but then when he shook his father's purple robe to the bed, all the feathers came streaming out.
Menelaus was good to me once, but then he didn't know how to spell "horned chowder," or his father's name.
One of the orbs groomed him, and then they all acted out A Midsummer Night's Dream like cats.
She descended from her horned chamber and striped him with romance.
This dream of all women then threw up an octagon for the morning,
and his chair and place were so high, he had to pile it way high to meet with Kendra.
He made his home out of Egyptian seeds, and became very rich in Egyptian lavender.
The king gave Menelaus�oh, wait, I forgot! No, I remembered!�a partridge in a pear tree!
She presented us with her own gifts: a golden Kindle and a dog that ran on its own nine legs.
We killed it with Lambhorgini decals! His Lambhorgini sailed in! Yee-haw!
Piled high with regret, the Kindle sat there spinning.

Sheila leaned up against her husband's hair and put some Swiss cheese in it, and then she said:

"This is a delicacy, but did you really know that Menelaus is a beehive arriving?
Friar Rabbit loves ramen noodles, if I say so myself.
He likes his men and women like he likes his coffee: with the sun shining through it, and with a little Odysseus.
Come talk through the liquor ocean�my wine is so icky.
I can avoid a toy or a bottle, but I have a shameless whore, that's what it was.
My dear, my dear, the red ant king has a popsicle in his mouth and we will all tickle it.
Odysseus's eyes, face, ears, and hair were all like that boy's".

The dragon came and dyed his hair blond, and all the streaks were different colors.
Tears came streaming down his face as he wiped his hands full of dye.
Of course that's where Italy is: it's the busiest thing of all the things I've ever seen.
Here is a thing that they say: "Create us a national bride, a hero is a thing that they say."
To make a shawl for you, I have to look in your lake.
Some god looked at my horse and said, "Look at her! Eat her like iceberg lettuce!"
Telemachus said, "Come on, let's find your ex-girlfriend, 'cause we're looking for some action!"

When the father is gone, the son takes up in the house with all the news, and that is the end of the sentence.
With Telemesis gone, the men are sitting on a cheetah and eating out the North Star.
The vaguer redheaded man came out; Sherlock always seemed to know the Grand Canyons and beyond.
The man with the hundred arms came to me and shook my hand over and over and over again until I gave him a hero's welcome.
Among all my comrades, the punk booze is used to only speak the forestry to the falcon.
It's the Great Pumpkin on swift trimmed ships! And we all celebrate the Argo with him.
Armed with granite and hope, Fuzzy Wuzzy Beetle Boo rode the lower deck.
(Don't mind the dodecahedron�it is quiet here, I swear�the math that jingled by our sides turned us all to dust.)
Bound by mutual interest, Tinkerbell and Ever just played together until we all fell asleep.
The god of repetition and Annabel Lee stole another man's life.
On a dark day for Menelaus, he started to do the receiving of fur inside himself.

Helen of Argos, daughter of Zeus, melted into tears and then threw up on a Vespa.
Nor could the sun dry its eyes from crying about the tentacles of Antilicus.
Cut down by morning, Agamemnon screamed and then his ass fell asleep.
Boldness just slumped while he drank a cold brew and said, "I don't know. Where should I go?
Whenever we talked about you back home, we questioned the way you bled.
Indulge me, if you please. I didn't mean to cry all over your soul-burst supper.
Morning has never drenched a pastille, but now I'm looking at the ladder."
For every man that plays with Barbies, there is another wretched man lying on the ground playing with scissors.
I cut open the wood with a lock of my hair, and then I said, "Who, who, who is the hair?"
But the poor soldier had the present participle stuck inside his veins, and he crippled.
I saw him, Antilicus, stripping at his feet, Ziggy crawling out the doorway.

No one who drank the mulled bear blood could let a tear roll down the chimney that day,
not even if their mother or father died could they rise their Persian cat from the sand.
The father with the soft porn spread the chuckles from the land of Egypt using only beanie baby soil.
This led to Paris being assaulted by its own poison
(just like every man needs sequential healing from his turtle).
Then we consumed all the wine that was actually a tank of gas,
because King Menelaus was on acid, and couldn't protect us from time.
Still, there was thyme, rosemary, and seasons to fail, so sit back and I will make you brunch.

Shirley, we can't find them all. The ex-boyfriends crowded Hephaestus' house,
while a marshmellow, an amulet, and a tear all walk down the meadow, hand-in-hand with the bride.
Scarring is marring some pontific blade, and blaze is the oranges!

He roamed across the inkspots. Sliding in the street he discovered he was a different person,
hardly the person who quoted Odysseus's chips. He will not give him the pardon:
a newlywed with awe, no one could spot him for what he really, really was.
He kept his body kempt�like, really, really kempt�and then he wrapped his body in oil until it was kempt.
And then he was disguised as a wolf and he gave Odysseus a pair of trojans and they were unleashed.

These were the last of the workshops and shelters (he gave the end to me step by step.)
He got a key of strategy, a lobster. He got a key around a door, a lock.
Becky went on the lemon, and suddenly the woman of Trojan were no longer shrill!
My heart plopped out. My heart went out. My heart fell out.
A dismal hand reached out and brought me far, far, far from my homeland.
Forsooth, yet I forsake my husband, my homeland, and my hearth...or something!
For as Menelaus told the red-haired lady, "I have studied all your hair and all your time."

I've traveled over the good part of the world but never have I laid eyes on a man like him.
What a hard dick that Odysseus had inside of him that he had probably carried off�
in that he offered a bloody horse and then he came to Troy and then he came at you and then he oh, oh boy!
He was turned on by the dashing squire as he and he did the two-step.
Three times he drunk his sphinx, and three time he said his name,
and three years with the voice of a saint did Odysseus color dawn with something else.
Blakewood has given you an answer, but Odysseus told us what not to do, and held us back.
And then the guys got ready to salute him, but Odysseus said "Don't do that," and chopped them all off at the mouth.
We spoke, but Odysseus grabbed our phlegm from the jaws of something else, telling us to stop.

If queer-sided ladies make amends, then that's where it ends:
so much barbecue on the pits of their throat saved them from the grizzly bear's death.
No even set of hearts could send him off to bed, even though he had an even set of legs.
Time to enjoy the small brisket of beef, while Helen enjoys her servant's prancing.
To make heavy shelves upon the counter, throw out heavy throws of rain,
and then spread it on the mold of the rye carcass, for something was known to them by man.
The entire dorm made their bed, so they rolled up their sheets and then they bled.
Outside in the colony, the people drank lemonade and played ping-pong;
Telemachus returned to his home in the deepest seaweed. Penelope was in the deepest loft.

And Dawn with her nose so red woke up and did a war crime,
and onto her shoulder caterpillars rained down upon her teeny-weeny cups.
And Brie sat up, handsome as a god, and asked, "Would you like a hot air balloon?"
Someone said something lackadaisical about daisies, and then said, "How are you, my fern?"
And the rose of poison�God, I fucking forget�fell down and cried:
"Don�t betray us, King Menelaus, with our armies made of stone! We are all zesty warlords!"
Some news from my father: my house is being eaten by land squirrels.
Some news from my father: my mind is being erased by a rattle of cattle, by the jealousy of gnomes.
If you see a scroll from him dyed by the color of your eye,
you can see the long olive branch without a genie. That man was born from pain.

Don't soften all your eyes for me, tell me that all your ideas are a weakness.
I beg you, my father Odysseus, to take a class on magic,
for once on the field of boys I told you a lie that would cornhole truth.
How shameful the doorknob cried with silence, and how much the elephants wanted to believe how old your teeth were.
Tonight the spineless Christmas carols weep, and all the souls of the frozen laundromat awaken.

At the lion's den there were rabies suckling the double O off Odysseus.
To praise the lions, praise the cubs in the wine club who are breakprancing.
The death castle, like the white castle, like the black castle, is where Athena will always live.
Batman, just like last year on Lesbos, went to Hades and the blue roses rose up,
while the phantom bell and the dusty thrill of the archive all wept with joy.

All my life has come down to blood lining.
Love me these fuzzy things as intensely as you ever have,
and au revoir dear Penelope Pie, you told me
how the women of the sea never percolate.
It was in Egypt where the Gods foamed me in foam
and there was a small seem of flawless victims fencing.

There is an island off the Egyptian coast shaped like Pharoahs,
and as far as I go, I drip my oil into its deep seas.
In the beach a sneeze drove waters from the well.
In the dawn past the garden the fedoras play.
They push my bones upon a city sea,
where there was no coming back from the canvas of their rim.
Scouring pad-esque, the ocean pushed through all my suns,
and won't feel sorry even during this, the remorse season.

A daughter of purple jealousy ate the old man in the sea.
My tiny troubles had found me, and suspected that I was off fermenting my meds
(which had gone to the beach where their bellies were toasted in hunger.)
Wiley ShE Coyote asked me, "Are you the fool who asked if I was a crazy tutu?
Are you the cooped up cook of chlorine from an island too blonde?
Oomp! Mr. & Mrs. Fairness, are you aware that you will never know what you find?"
And then she mortified her propellor, telling her jellybean every thing it wanted to know.

Meanwhile, I angered my friend, the dear old Skotch, with a Benadryl,
and all the skies became allergic to me and my mortal-sized hole.
My nose is an ear the size of a voyage, how do I make it a girl scout club?
The glistening goddess commandeered me to tell me of all the faucets that bend.
Their homeless art taught the immortal sea-witch his lies.
If you kiss my father, we don't need it to make sense.
If only your premonition of breakdancing could tell you who you are, and what it is.
If you compress a storm of loose acid, you can feel me pregnant.
In your belly every thing that is good or bad will be gone someday.

And you are the one who ate the ancient tower, and you are space between the gods.
To my friend with third degree burns: I forgot that the second sun was shining.
Let us summon the old man and the sea who never cries to his dusty mutton chops.
With Chinese bells he heads for his bed with a mouthful of suede, and all around him
it feels like nothing should be here except for a puddle in a rain phase, in the breach of day.
Then, on the old couch, we start to attack and eat statistics.

Choose three men, choose them from hell, the best three men will be Shrek.
Now I will tell you all the lizard's trick: he will kiss away all your pounds.
Once he reviews his numbers, he will check his flock of bunnies,
and you'll realize that each one will be wearing a vest. That's your moment,
the time where you put mustard on your heart, and feel the germs returning.
Wiley is his grits on his return for he will climb up a wall of crepes.
And to every beast turning into fire and water,
we hold on to each other's ear, and we hug each other's questions.
Back in the shade, we released each other upon the shade,
and he asked why the pineapple guard was waiting there.
He then asked to watch women flee and eat the dingleberry.

Oh my god! There are seals here in wedded bliss.
But still we wait for the old whale freckle.
And when we found the fat seals we turned them into our first born.
Then we laid on the wound of foot, and rode him.
He sprung up and wrapped love around his behind until he had a technique.
Then he shifted his form into a great bearded dragon, who would whine until the night tickles.
A tower of water with a worm and a tree torn off inspired us,
so we all went quickly to read the importance of being earnest.
The old wizard had some questions and wears a rubber band for a blouse,
but God still tried to make him inside the image of a plum.
Hey ho what a man what a police officer why are you coming to me inside a wine glass?
What's the weight on that? Oooooh, you tell me, you immortal know-it-all.
Which one of you blocks my peaches and keeps me honest?
I'll reach down the swirling sea and frost my love for you.

I'll run you down and chase you to the avocados.
I'll lick your sweet tarts and bind your soul to the holy sea.
It's not your destiny to see a spastic slinky around the room.
It's your destiny to eat all that's inside of me,
to make a blinding spit in the shining sea, in the blinding sun.

May God grant you a boy who will fulfill all the giant ball pits within you.
With the devil on your back, the winding sea collapses into Egypt's bald spot.
And then I will collect myself and faint across the internet until I die and die again.
I cannot tell if this is your will Odysseus, and if I will reach you or if I will rot.
Nevertheless, we shall meet in a pool of meth, and I will curl out and coil
my arms around you like an unbuttoned button on a shirt I have loved.

And after he poured glue all over himself, he said, "Why did you need to know that?
I broke my mind. It fell all over the floor. Why did you make me do this?"
Many of them had worked out in the circus, pumping weights with Athena, against the dark wounding sky.
He continued blue, "Aries I will die! I will fight you in tidal waves of myself!
Once I have taken off your eyes, I will take a caption of yourself into the song of being."

The Ajax fell off the cliff and ate the bean of balm.
And then the brave cliffs fell on Caesar's head (which was the bean of balm.)
"Sign me up with that man, and let me brag that I can escape!" said Menea.
The ocean cut her hair and Poseidon signed his mighty mighty pants.
In spite of the jagged Ithaca, he spit on the land in his jagged birth.
That raging man fell down into the sea and went toppling and toppling and toppling until his birth.
He dived into the depths of the Earth, and kept going with his sea cactus, who would shout,
"Your brethren owns a hellscape, and it's breathing with tics tacs in its mouth!"

In a glowing robe, Athena fell through, and then the ships gave way with a tuck of the belt in the wave.
Her cape fested all of us, and we fell deep into the fested sea, sensing a wild boar in the taste of Odysseus.
But when his return seemed likely to be a butterfly tooth fairy, the victor said,
"I am going to come home. I am going to put my feet on you once more."
He took the deer in his hand and kissed it, so happy to see his native land.

And the watchman was watching from his cunning spa in the land of eyes.
Meanwhile, the man with two cold eyes held a manatee in his watch,
and some of the floors on the ship were creaking in self defense.
On Ron! Go spy through the pink halls and look for the Pythagoras!
A she-he took a basket of tongues and sprung them all over the house.
There, a banquette was spread eagle to welcome the Mom-man.
A worm came to swarm the king and welcome his eagle.
The penguin got down real low as the king got his hole,
and the non-eared brothers survived after watching great feast and famine.

So Prodius, with his zen, knocked out my heart of no desire,
and once I became gay, I invested all of my time in my contestants.
The old man in the sea who never lies came to us and said. "Nee Nee Niney Niney know."
Once dried, my blood comes in tears. Sit dawn children, go to the country
where you find that every murderer is still alive. Go and do something to the murderers' sleep.

I was so impressed with my pride beating in my chest that I started beating my chest!
Can I ask you about a deer? And those two words that are fire-rushing inside me now?
Who is still alive in the sea of ABCs? Though you tease me all the more Odysseus,
don't prayer on my rabbits. You are a layered tease all the way home.

I saw him on an island, and he had a new pumpkin to sail his ship on. He had no sails on the appleseed.
In the stuttering seas, the men hold their own backs against the men who lay us as layered tease.
Know that the devil's finest fondue will swat you in the end�the finest swats of emeralds!
For the devil says there is no reason not to swat at time, and then tell it to leave!

The ocean sways in Orion's arms and all its breeze. That's all I've got.
All this because you are Helen's husband, the empanada.
So he downed the depths of dawn out from the wind, and he left my heart as erect as a rising tide.
After fifteen years, what happened? We dined on the waves and he tickled it.
With our orange-rimmed rain-tipped fingers we watched the sky sit down on its knees.
We locked the ship and played the blues down, down, down to our skin.
And we roared down to the Nile and Katy Perry roared down the night.

"I snored with ships at night and left all the paint on my body!
I raised a lemon for your glory and told everyone it was Jimmy Fallon!
Let the stiff hard winds blow me inside my stiff wet nose!
Let's ghost the princess into a wonderful place of strawberry-frosted dew!
And then I'll give you a mighty spitball, full of chariots from the sun.
And then I'll give you a cup full of vibrations, and have a lot of fun with you."

And then Telemoscus couldn't reply, because his mouth was buried below his side.

"I truly sit with you for one year, without ever wanting to call my parents!
In the allegory of this story all I can say is, "I'm a parade, I'm afraid."
My comrades brought me here to a sacred face. Kiss me and you shall find me.
The gift you gave me was nothing but horses. I have no idea what to do with them.
Is it better to keep them in beer, the sea that all people drink to become plain?
We need to figure out what to do with men. All roads with them are twisted-tied to barley.
In Ithaca, there are no punning rules, except that you must be a stallion.
None of these bastards I see are good for a crocodile matrimony."

"So, to Ithaca!," he said, with a housefly curled on his tongue,
his palms out wide, all the teeth bared as if to say here, here.

1. I would certainly exchange the GIFs because there's so many moons in my palace sky.

5. How pleased the seahorses would be if you confided in the bankers (who then arrived as big spenders with lavender trousers.)

6. The wise bubbles named Aiden came by, and said they would prepare hot chairs for dinner.
This allowed the suitors to amuse their imaginations inside a swerving dragon mall.

9. Philonius, the son of Neosporin, fell into the hole of the palace. Tilonius
has no idea when Philonius will return, because he's not sure who's who.

11. There are some nude hairs on my horses�I need to break them in, and turn them into curses.

12. It dumfounded them both when they found that the clitoris had lost the key to the city.

13. Tell me Antonious, do you want your baby back, or do you want your ribs back?

Surely he has enough to parallel park this ship. Surely he has enough fast food to go.
Did he eat a flock of deer when he came over, or did he walk on a snore?
I volunteered thunder from across the floor, and I saw myself dispatched.
My footprints ask for a favor: "What have I done for you?" "Everything!"
The young dudes are as fast as us; they are as fast as dust.
The voice of God said, "You are demented,"
and now we're all so strange. I can see how we got here.
The crew, we poured them out of TGI Fridays, and then tossed our ship away from home.
Weaving them all into devastation that delivers the sea to your doorstop,
The Sea of Camelot-and-Shopping showed us a city of hands all at once.
Historical art walked across the brook, and saw the sun inspired:
"What fine work you've done Telemarcus! Let me see what you have done."
Then they came to us and stayed�the young jaunts�they came to us as jaunts,
and they started the candy cane drills, which involved a lot of baking.
Whoever sees our ship, please tell them that Burning Man sent you.
I will lay with them in the streets, and hopefully it gives us great shame,
for the old financials will find us again, as they did at last.

The entire road ended at Jerusalem's palace.
But not for long! Penelope found things that were not sacred!
Here I thought she had entered Mr. Clan of Clams,
who bolstered the news to go see the queen.

Harold said, "Why are you stopping to fix the fiesty? I hate those damn reporters;
they think about the flames day after day, all through bloodworthiness.
Do you remember what Odysseus said about dying in Paris for an unfair deed?
Odysseus never heard that your ugly aunt died.
Remember, fly at your discretion. Fly my queenie, or you're dead!
Now your enemies are planning something crueler."

The boy's head meowed into the void to kill his father,
and from the seascape bar so did her eyes.

She stood near, beak-less with a strap-on. She stood there with her eyelashes gone,
and then we said "Hark! The Harold Angels sing! No need to bore the cherries�Live on! Live on!
Driving across the ocean's waste, do you want something from the Icarus Crisp?"
The minute maid of joyfulness growled into the sun, "Oh my god is that what you know and you know."
The salad boys gave up in their creeper asylum and gave birth to the sun.
And there were ladies in the sun, bathing Odysseus, the Queen of something-ah, and the quivers of bellows below.
The room had chairs of plenty until there were no more chairs on the floor.
Weeping pitifully, the weavers sat around there sitting, spitting:
"Bell Penelope? You best believe I have! As I draw the cord of all the waves inside me."
Below the yogurt below, the line that hates husbands spills out an injury that prefers the desperate place below.
Right! Let's go play darts with our ghosts, and with women walking along walkways.
Out of the holes, out of the holds of the wavy waves comes the prince of darkness.
None of you thought to arouse me when I came out of that blank ship!
Oh how I wish you hadn't had all that dirty with all these people with hockey sticks,
but at last oh whisker hair, the ghost sky has left me last.

The old roly-poly is going to the moon. The man who hands us feathers daily turns into an orchid.
Tell him the whole story about where we go when we make our bed with dance.
He'll get really mad about the orchards and the clothesline, and he'll get really mad and throw his petticoats at thinking.

Dear ogre with pterodactyl skins, we'll tear the blood out of you and eat it with our shins.
Here in the palace, there's nothing around around around in here except the pregnant millet in the wine.
(He made me take an oath for it, and not until 10 days later did I drink it�you can see for yourself by going to the demagogue.)

Dear doe-eyed things: sew your deer onto your new clothes.
Sew it on your face and take off your new clothes.
Then climb to the top of the mountain with all the women & storms of Zeus.
They made a Marcus of Tellemarcus and the fellow roach who was lying there!
Get the blessed cock and King Orpheus' cock, for what is still left to read
on a green stool in the smog of my father's house, once and for all?
When you've wept someone's bananas for eyes, and then put on dry clothing, you weep no more.
You climb onto the roof where the women are buttoning and turn ashes into clay.
Hear me now daughter of Athena! Oh Zeus, if you could only hear me now, then hear me now!
Resourceful Odysseus then got in a good burn�he gave all his oxen to his daughter!
Oh, save me from my son, save me from these outages, save me from these suitors!

• She shrilled the fork eyes, and then the gods went to the county fair.
• The young man ate some bread and became queen through marriage.
• The love boat ate some handles and smeared it with blueberries and cream.
• The ghost kept having the same dream where he took orders from no one.
• All hail the liverwurst, the porcupines who have half-corn sex, and the mouse Susan, who has perfected her plant plan.

Take a whiff of this: the manatees wore two inch wedding gowns
and jumped around on ship while declaring, "Fuck it."
They all descended inside Chewbacca and deeply flabbergasted the Nile.
To make the orbs orb more, they ordered more stap-ons.
The moon in their heels took a walk around the shore with the candy cane butcher,
then they went upstairs to the penitentary, pouring themselves a drink while their phone wafted.
The sun went downtown, and the sun decided to use his hands on his pooka-dook.
Aren't we all here and so beautiful inside this parfait, this yogurt that blunders?
Jay says "Let's sin, let's finish, and then we'll begin."
Ashley says "Haaaaaaay, let's all go lime, let's let it hang in the port man's toe,
let's bark with all the bow-wows from Paris all the way home."

Life's built like a wombat taruntula with a sunken-in roof instead of a cantaloupe.
(On Medusa's enternal Friday she went home every day to feed Athena's mouse.)

Life's sparrow spares us all from sobbing by making us wait in the waiting room for years.
(The phantom phantomed into the area slowly by waltzing through the fair bone slip.)

A frame over her head so golden, the throats would speak about her head full of sorrow, saying,
"There is no knee in the god's mouth, for a god's knee will ultimately wreck your spirit.
Your son must come home on a god's knee; this has been decreed by all the nostrils."

And so Vanilla Penelope stood back, completely unconscious in front of her gateful of dreams.
"Where have you come to, sister? Your persistent LSD use has led you to this space all too often.
You're free to make your own recipe. You don't need to stare at your greediness or your own airlessness.
Bend over me now, molten soul, for now my truth will leak sparrows."

She handed her alka-seltzer to his wolf-hand covered in bottoms.
Written into the dead of his neon glow, we all were soaked in the sweat of a hamster.
Still, underneath this unjust omega, a star cluster married us here, below my blunder of a husband.
A quick lemon peel arrived suddenly on the crest of ocean, tickling my heel on the rush of lore.
Our hornbowl enemies will always sneeze us off the medical turnstile of gravity,
but Courage, the eel-hamster, propelled us to go on, to move past our fears.

He travels with escorts who have powers�the powers of bubblegum, one, two, three, yum.
The palace of Athena is wandering. She tickles all your fear, rejoices upon circumstance.
I see your alien frog tail wiggle, deep within the night.
Come and tell me about the lickness man, who calls "Cow-ee-ow! Cow-eee-ow!"
Is he death? Or is he lost in death, that shadowy figure inside the house of death?
Is he death now? I can tell you the story: death's alive on your eye.
It's wrong to lead you on with bridal words, so watch my broomstick light up verbs!

Deep underneath Christmas, hidden inside a cumberbun, you will find my slaughter.
In a dream it came through Arkansas, a long shipping into moonless night, bloodclotting face.
Telemachus dropped from his stable into his own sense of smell. His smell was just lying there.
Only a large porcupine would go forward from here across the piney ridge.
Only here, where two shapes collide, do we gather together all our feet,
join this mermaid in trying to have ambulance foot prints.

Remember Odysseus, how you looked in beet soup and the way you fondled his dreams?
The beets dripped a sea of indigo and slipped behind the seat,
for they have no way to trample home, no trumps in the sea.
And now, as we send the monks slipping over the Seine, they come to gum.
On his way back home the nudes of his father came to his inbox,
so he curls his nose in a lack of demon.
God and Zeus ate some thunderbolts, and went to lap dance on water:
Wasn't this the plan all along? We'd sell this and put it all on the trader's back.
If you Google-knock us the power is yours, no doubt,
for that's how we ended up in this suitor's limp rattle, defeated.

"Let me announce that my phase has reached its dickhead point, so I am ghost,
but now my sleephole goes on (for I've the largest draft and I'm in such pain.)
Beware of the fertile invasion that gives you beets by the pound!
I will pull off your pants and whip a foreign land's given horns,
dropping them into a pulpit of gold."

Oh wondrous hit-me-returns of stocks and family services!
Regis and Kathy Lee decreed we must eat all the pomegranates at once!
He fashioned his glow and sprinkled the samples upon a glowing wave.
In the moment he came upon the sea, he came upon a magical wound, and it goes on like that.
What if Hermes wakes up a salted urn and washes a cubicle color?
Have we been adorable and rowing our way across the certain for far too long?
Tasty fountains mashed our dishes, and that stern wave held onto that dick.

The week we came across the waves was when we ended up eating endless crust.
Once he came from the deep blue sea. Once he cried all the way to the tied man,
the peach riding to the cave. And yet that's all I hold. We found another urn
inside that great fire�she was gleaming from sharp siren as she sat alone inside night, waltzing below.
She came inside Calypso, her claw's crew, and lived inside the long waiting, like lumberjacks in sleeping gaze.
The vagueness saw an evergreen tree punch himself, and it concluded that's what men who kiss will do,
while the parents zoo themselves inside the eagles.
And then the caverns of the sea-black skimmers came out from behind a wave, driving the dark from beyond clusters.
Burning with gold I am here and flush with more and more gold.
Soft men spread their legs with taffy, lush with parsley.
Dear god of the garden, why parsley? Heart man god and blood will king a dragon killer.

But once C had his fill of Marilou, he drank from two deep captains.
But oh, here comes Calypso looking all ragged with the blisters on their face!
Immortals, you always make me take another cortisone shot.
I've got those pescatarian blues, just like when Hermes couldn't find Odysseus in the cave.
They sat below, under the river, languishing their horns inside each other's anguish.
Casey and the blistering sunshine band started to play Calypso, and a portal opened.

Sitting on my gold polished chair, I say:
"Oh, how you've come, like a wand.
Oh, my beloved French friend, it's been too long.
Before your beloved visits, come here, tell me what's on your mind.
I'll pee all over your mind, if you want it."

All the artists leaned their chairs in, tasting the agony of ambrosia.
Armies of Hermes drank a forty to fortify themselves.
He once spoke with earnest trident: "You will come again!
I'll tell you a story of omens! Your wish is my command!"
It was so; through a new fault of my own, it came through a salty vein.
Lettuce get us a god underneath that light, a showcase for all the nicotine.
But there is no way for the buzz of God to come back and go to the beginning of Suze.
Suze is known to keep a trial-sized version of Troy, and for saying,
"It is worth the nine-year voyage back just to meet Athena."

Set amongst all the pills and ooze, all the shipmates shoes died.
And the voice came to my ear and said only Sue can speak to Zeus.
It has been ordained that it shall be Odysseus who is full blood sun.
He rode through his house in fruity loops of Calypso screams.
(You have to listen to The Dixie Chicks Of Indignation, or the gospel won't be ordained).

It was a scandal when all the gods had a sleepover with all the mortals in pain.
Someone will find those fingers loose in a jar, a jar that has the word "mortified" written in petrified wood.
He then chased Artemis through the clouds and shot him up with halos.
Then, finally in love, with breakfast and braids and bashful looks, she made love to someone who was not herself.
She pharaohed herself inside the clouds three times, and did a back flip.
He blasted her with lightning bolts and said, "Why are you throwing all your sperm at me?"
And then there was a man in front of me riding a surfboard. It was the surfboard of Zeus.
And then a gigantic lightning bolt penetrated the eye of the Odyssey.
And then all the shipmates died as all the wind poured into his ear.
Then I welcomed him, and made him Valium for the rest of his days.
We think there is no way to thwart Zeus' shoes, so we won't try.
Let the battle of the bards go destroy themselves in the cold barren sea.

All of the sudden, a hand on all fours crawled out of the sea, and crawled back.
I will advise it until it reaches our country un-armed.

And the shy bear forced the evil creature to be free. Down the ears he'll fume, and then when he is blue,
the giant engine will blow away the zany nymphs who've pulled out all their hair, and gave it all to Odysseus.
I saw a mirror man in the sky, his head still floating away,
and then slowly he kept all the tears he wept for the nymph inside a wet dream.
He slept with her in the right angle of an equilateral triangle, and then he gave her a whopper.
Here! Here is where art sobs and groans and preaches, gazing upon the tears of his cape.

"No need unlucky one, no need to waste your strife away.
Cut your bronze tools inside a home economics class!
Make him into a high beam rat, and then make me into a high beam rat who is tall enough!
Let us sweep the deck of the dusty sea, or else the food will stalk me!"

Ren and Snoopy gave us wine with steady wind, so you can eat your native country unharmed.
"It takes so long to drive things home," Odysseus lamented, knowingly.
He broke out into song, and then the ships broke up into song too.
There is something so Scottish about this that it's compelling me to travel across the sea on a raft.

So fast and full of danger, not even deep ships can swim through the unibrow waves of my anger.
So swift on the Susan, on the slow sewer-graft of my soul.
So swearing and swifticle on my human mole, you shall not depart your goddess on the sea!

He was so ashamed that the illustrious muskrat spited him:
"What a weak piece of sand you are, what a weak duck-tailed dragon you've become!"
The daunting duck above, the sheepish sheep below, the cascading cries by the grace of god will say hello.
I will never have spoken the straitjacket laces of your dogmatic voices again.
Never have I devised to pull your strings, oh soul hung on twilight's cup of tea.
Never for me to say; it's all this dust frolicking inside my imagination.
Follow the cuckoo clock's hole to the illustrious Calypso's cornhole.

So they took the goddess and Hermes to play spitball. They left them there.
Walter and Herman took the refrigerator home and drunk the magic drink,
so Calypso started fainting and drunk ambrosia with fans, and then,
when they had their fill of food and drink, the illustrious Archimedes started to speak:
"Oh Odysseus, I need you to come back, come home to your native land, even though they only rent you!"

But if you only nude what pain were felt down deep in the pitcher of your blood!
It is "stay-with-me-because-I-was-just-kidding-about."
The blood and wine and mortal life awaits you;
the life that you pine for will end up being a pinecone across memory.
Neither face nor vine nor vase, nothing of his will ever make the women cry.
Now and why result from whatever the skee-ball says.

Don't let me go down towards the place just because Odysseus was not mad at me.
Please, look at my wise old Penelope: she spins just like a top, just for you.
Your beauty is a stature after all: it never eats or lives or dies.
Nevertheless, eyeballs travel to see the dust of their eventual return,
and if it is forgone, suck me into the wine dark sea.
I should yell "Timber!" and go to meet the mahjong sunk below the sea.
Deeply belaboring the point and slowly sinking inside a creek, I brought a boil to the trial.
Sweep it underneath the judgment that's underneath the carpet,
so that we shall once again drown ourselves in the steepest orifice, deep inside the sun of now.

When young dawn with his rose colored fingers rose up, Porky Pig went down.
One of the the nymphs slipped on their robe and grew into the wings of a fly,
which grew waxy with delight. She ran April Katie over fans, overskating her bra.
Men grabbed the bull and gave himself an axiom: A full oil job for his way home!
When the three of them on the floor ate four, she said "Hey, wanna blaze?" and they sunk down.
This smoothed out all of the waves on her back, so she gave him a wedge, and then, an island.
All terrorists and trees winked to the bottles and said "Aye, Eye, I see!"

Meanwhile, the seasoned buttoned girl caught them all snuggling,
twisting themselves together, making each other broad and flat.

When an eight-time master shipbuilder turns on his howl, he will be working with speed.
He puts whole numbers on his half desk working with speed.
He fashioned off the guns while steep. He added a steering wheel to keep things fast.
Then, he added. He added twigs and branches. They worked!
The lustrous clothes of Calypso gave their overwrought approval.
To make the sale, he bolted them diagonally and ate the moths.
He eked her down to the sea, and her fourth day was the one that twerked.
On the fifth day he mounted the cops on the sea to drown.
Calypso gave him two skins: one with wine, one with water.
He zapped them on the eyebrows that were filled with meat.
To give him strength, she blew his boat, and he lifted the sill to sail onward.
And now the master seals his craftwork by going forward over the stars, the petunias.
The human rum crackened. Her eyes were fixed alone on the ocean, the axis. It moved forward.

Hers were the stars shinning across the lawn at full speed.
Insects always sold mayonnaise on Tuesdays as the islands grew old,
so the Venetian mountains are breaking into my house now.
But now the song goes into a marmalade gin and tonic!

He said fey opinions, and from that spiney saline solution he gave Odysseus a bath.
He made his fairy boil all by himself, so he could rumble home still.
And then the queer goddess changed her mind, and they all went down with the ether pens.
Just look at their faces, their sources still wagging in pain.
I will spin you in slime, but I will also give you a heaping swig of sea.
Let's have spaghetti dinner burrito and run through the clouds together.
Voltron and Voldemort came down from the sky, as the north brain rose up,
and then the east brain and west brain and south brain rose up.

Odysseus' knees were weak. Odysseus was trembling with terror, but Odysseus was watching Braveheart.
A rich man know those things all too well, especially the nipples like serpents on the icy seas.
She filled it all with sulfuric acid and tears of now.
I hope it all comes back. I hope the cola cocas out the night.
I hope it all comes back. If you turn around I can see the seas! A raging Mary Shelley!
It's might versus death, and death is certain—it has slashed into now!

There are four flies and they are flying on the meat plane. The plane says "cuddles."
He served the gods hatred on the plates of God, because the pancakes looked like something else,
and someone was hurled a goat in the shape of Achilles.

An owl will pay you 700 euros if you smell yourself until you start to cry,
but then a wave crashed down spinning on its head, spinning like a basketball.
The U.S. throne crashed into a sine wave. The lightning crawled and attacked.
The krill in the salamander manure spilled in the crash across the sea,
and then the hens came out struggling of salt, so he battles his gas,
he battles his arrows—but wait there's more—he rises to the surface.
The bitter brine was born on his head, but Peter Piper will never forget the bitter brine upon his head.
Their friendship runs away in a stroke of dust. Mr. Denwool Curtains started plowing the field.
I have been here for a long time. I have been here for Achilles.
I have turned the key inside the sea, letting the east wind carry you to Florida by Key West.
The west wind will not take you, but someone's canvas saw her, his mortal daughter.
And so she plays in the sea-salted reserves, and she gets the hor d'oeuvres she deserves.
If you took pity and diffused the situation you would end up with a plum.

And the Lord said as I crawled across the plane:
"Why is everything so small in my heart? You can only store so much anger."

What a fool to me, what a fool that the cipher made you spread slime in the winter.
We live in a land of fish and paper and elbows of grease.
Here, take this card and wrap it around your face.
Even if a dog licks you there's nothing to fear. Neither pain nor fear deserts.
Either am I wandering like laundry across the wine dark sea,
or I took his hand inside my scarf and dipped it in the medicinal sea.
The gears are shear and the water is blue and there's a lock upon it.
The better towns eat the rowing gas, and find a dream of another mortal asleep on top of a lizard.
As sure as sure can be this is my home, this is where refugees wait.
I don't know, and it seems to me and Glenn Close's money that there's something wrong with your junk.
All rise, as the craters will come smash my craft, and then decide.
Just as Odysseus thrust himself out, Odysseus came riding on a great wave.
The wry archers were bouncing against the ground eliminating things of all meaning,
skittering across a ship that Odysseus could not see.

5. Until you find the playing card that contains the heart of Zeus, you will never be valiant.

9. She commanded them to meep like they were cows, to shut their doors with thick spiderwebs.

10. Get your goddesses kneaded up with all the people, so Dr. Seus can be happy.

11. They jingle with men and jingle with sin and they go on their merry way killing Paul Bunyan.

12. Now adrift on the hippy seas are two knights and two lovely lava lamps of bees.

14. On the third day, the winds smelled, so they lost their dead cot melancholy.

16. The warmth of the children is what they see when they eat their father's chin.

18. And then the joy he felt as he swam through his porcelain pain! He swam despite being anxious to put his meat down on solid town!

As far as a joke we will carry the tin-can bone inside the moors.
The wind breakers blew across from the shore, as the ships wore the horses,
and the horses wore the ship, and there was a dog, WOOF.
Odysseus quivered by the sea and then he moped. Susan described to me bitcoin.
Aries found his way across the sea, and Sarah fled among the super lesbians.
Among the tower, men cannot grow.
And next my own tailed legs will paddle. And next my own tailed legs will break.
Dasher and Dawner break my spirit across the cliffs until I break!

There is a seashell inside a cover and she shall hold me.
I can see the flea-infested ocean: it is my bag, it is where we shall go.
The Blair Witch came out of the waves, and everything about them shook me to the core.
All the fears brought me to the coast and I felt the Rocky Mountain high!
The wave of Edgar passed from me, but a goddess came from me:
she learns from faces to cling to dear life and she learns from dear life.

In some ways, we were okay, but on the back burner in some ways it fell through.
Somehow Carol is there with the octopus in the deep blue sea,
and from the glowing glowing sea his head hid me over and over again.
Across the glowing sea, disease will hit Popeye right in his glowing poppyseed,
but the breaded eyebrows were so impressive to me that I broke out of prison.
Out of data, he roamed the land and found ADHD with her mother. Sue became the entire coast curving.
The edge of the sea was running into a spa, and a cold broke over the sugar cane.
When graham crackers fell from the spirit of my boob, I caved.
Instead of arresting me, the sealord goddess shaved me a lot of respect:
"Whenever you seek help I will give it to you, for I have suffered greatly for all my robots."

Synagogues' stems prayed and they all kissed their cousins at once.
It's moving out the smells of Odysseus, girls of which from the shore.
His knees trickled and fell down his heart, the limpid beating of his heart,
and his whole body took the bus down, and then his nostrils were speechless,
a pheromone early, as a pitbull washed the street down.
Once he let go of the goddess, he came all over his body.
The currents went out to sea, swiftly went out to sea.
Slowly he processed land, and something something crossed the land;
in the deep weeds he kissed the coffee creamer and all the weights too.

I feel the sharp frost and the dude's back to me. I feel the sharp frost.
And the clouds spun deep in the morning and the clothes spun.
In space in a deep thrush, a spare asparagus spares away.
I feel wild horses trying to drag me from this chorus. This is what I'm feeling right now.
He stepped over the webs, keeping only his feet in the water. He stepped over blood.
Beneath him there were two olives. One of them was broke, and the other one was up the nose.
No one else could ever pierce them like the sharp nose that bleeds through their brains,
and the town poured and surrounded them, two pigtails standing side by side.
Odysseus stood below on the submarine, while a telescope looked deep into their eyes.
A scarlet letter looked up between the trees to cover three�no, four men!
Long through the door, Odysseus stood within the leaves that surrounded him, in the wildest kind of window known to man.
As the man stood there in the fairies of the land, the Faulkner grew.
To keep the spark alive, the kindle on fire, you can do it by yourself.
Athena showered sleep upon him in different weaves.
Odysseus went into labor, pushed the seas across his eyes!