Monday, March 8, 2010

17 Pride of the Clothes Hamper

Lightning shone girth of Half-a-Nothing
minus anniversary nightie, pride of
the clothes hamper; awaits flaunting.

Another day in the fiberglass mines.


'The Runt' purported to have played
caddie yesterday, for the new
Jellyfish Parliament. Back from the dead

and conscripted
by the sheepish locals,

via Miss Darling Thorne.


This is what she said,
in list form...That is,
in list form, she said it:

"-Ever talcumed rump, always apart.
-Unlimited compliments in crimson.
-Stylish custody in chains.
-Anomalous smells."

A quick mount in the
oven and bacon store

not undesirable.


Backfire from the Mohair Module
melting their wax bicycles.

Neckties draped across
medical models gurgling trigonometry.

Emerald, pygmy skeletons
in the best ever stilt movie.


Skin graft bat,
pride of the clothes hamper.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

16 "Emergency from Trauma Canal"

Half-a-Nothing, minus cardigan,
in the lightning shone girth
of the tortuous coal mine.

'The Runt' purported to have been
gassed yesterday.

Cue the smarmy locals
and their pointless promenade.


Parliamentary List of Accomplishments:

-ever Named, apart
-always talcum powdered
-unlimited salary reminders
-anomalous smells
-Rump Lotion Decree


Due to these
uncontrollably uncouth
chainstore celebrities,

Half-a-Nothing
and the Pygmy chairman
quick-mount
the Mohair Module,

risking the fallout
of its atomic backfire.

Bedlam in the picket line.


Waves of Jellyfish Commandos
on their wax bicycles

unfortunate reminders
of the formerly harassed.


Bacon neckties draped across
the back of the Mandarin Mammoth.

Canine medical models
stare. And then wink.

____________________________________


Whittle away the halves
of the greyhound hairbrush.

Feet skip rope
in surrounding buildings.

Behold the edible
skin-graft bat!


Fitful respiration
from the crocheted jukebox

coughing up one last
big green news flash...

EMERGENCY FROM TRAUMA CANAL

Sunday, January 17, 2010

15 The Chairlift Masquerade

Unlimited, tortuous, anniversary,
threshing machine

minus undesirable guitar.


The pleading cardiac cardigan
tucked in the half-a-pearl hamper.


Parliamentary rump lotion--
(purported to have gassed 'the Runt')
--certified yesterday,

risking our neckties.

[Cue the serious promenade.]...

_________________________________

List of Oven Accomplishments:

-bacon
-backfire
-canine nap nook

_________________________________

Due to uncontrollably uncouth
chainstore celebrity 'stardom',

the Pygmy chairman

waves the emergency flag
for the jellyfish commandos

to mount up

--onto their wax bicycles
with handlebar cameo

winks and stares.


Anomalous respiration
shone in a medical model

draped across the back
of the Mandarin Mammoth.


Fluttering necktie corneas

unfortunate reminders
of former harassments.

________________________________

Whittle away the halves
of the greyhound hairbrush.


Saxophone-anorak coughs

up one big green itch

for yet more, edible roulette.


While a rescued guitar
from Trauma Canal

plunk-serenades

the chairlift masquerade.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

14 Undesirable Guitar

anniversary nightie and anorak. undesirable guitar.
pride pearl of a caddie in the clothes hamper...
a hornet in the butter. fiberglass fridge awaits flaunting.

parliamentary plea for Darling Thorn Lotion,
purported to launch rump gas.
certified yesterday.

scold jellyfish commando; undesirable guitar
in conscription promenade.


this is what he said, seriously: "a typhoid sample,
to compliment accomplishments in crimson."
undesirable the guitar, in customer custody.
stylish oven backfire
in the canine bacon chain store.

vindicated, mount
un/desirable guitar.
___________________________________________

scoff, saxophone foliage!
revulsion and skeleton roulette.

pygmy (madly) blank---uncontrollable stardom.

big wax emerald itch.


Cameo Corner:
the best ever stilt movie transforms trigonometry
to a gurgle.

whittle away the halves of a greyhound hairbrush.
beige masquerade kindergarten
with palpable trellis.

uncouth pygmy's familiar blank stare
harasses the wan congregation.
___________________________________________

nightie and anorak scoff
at undesirable hamper.

indubitable saxophone, (in working order).
edible roulette. pygmy piddling on the pier
in piecemeal pyjamas. hornet in butter.

chain store---(plastic foliage, chairlifts, visors neither good
nor bad)---chain store's visitor's book
relaunching parliamentary plea
for Darling Thorn Lotion,

purported to 'unanimitize' rump gas.
Certified yesterday,
in fiberglass.
A sample of kindergarten seriousness
as big as beforehand.

big wax cameo winner.

still in customer custody,
undesirable guitar with stylish cornea.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

13 Thaw, Compliant Cornea

unlimited, tortuous threshing machine
minus an anomaly... half-a-nothing...
corneal evil.

pleading cardigan...tied to slippery runt
risking ligaments
in the lightning shone bedlam
of the coal mine.

Behold, the mode of our smarmy will.

Compliant corneal girth.
_______________________________

unlimited, tortuous, ever-named,
always talcum powdered
threshing machine
minus reminders
apart.

Respiration...
anomalous smell of
The Mohair Module.
Half-a-nothing cornea.
Evil.

The pleading cardigan
risks ties to the runt
risking lightning shone ligaments
in the Fallout.

Without our mode
of smarmy will...
picketed hostage
with that corneal compliance...
bedlam in the slippery coalmine.
_____________________________

unlimited, dogged, tortuous,
never named, always looming,
before talcum powdered
threshing machine
minus crocheted crotch,
(a 'strength-reminder'?).

Respiration addiction:
an okay smell of
Half-A-Nothing's cornea...
'jukebox evil'
to take notice of.

The pleading cardigan...
olive-green runt's necktie...
risky dish of basted bat.
Newsflash shone:
LIGHTNING MAIMS TODDLER.

bedlam...slippery...to the trauma canal...
the coal mine and surrounded buildings.
Manage the mandarin mammoth.
Cornea compliant. Skip the skin-graft.
Feet feign skipping rope.
Behold the beige medical model.

Wounded, would she oust
our smarmy lack of will???

Remind her.

Section Two : The Toffee Tweezers

--- 'Midface' ---

I was 'this close' to dropping this blog, since the words have gotten a bit thin
and the pseudostory seems to have reached an end of sorts.


But, I have decided to proceed on with a second section, paralleling all of the
main words of the previous chapters with next words or near next words from
a regular English dictionary. Adhering to the earlier line flow whenever possible.

Then, I hope to combine the lines of both main sections to form a third, concluding
section. Sections Two and Three should both wind up with twelve chapters each.
So when I hit Chapter 36, the 'book' and this blog will have concluded.


We'll see what happens.