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Partylinesir jack threw up his bucket throat to the garlic mooncrying 'our brains dropped out the back passage'& his hoarse tribe went up the purple oniongangbangers all riding vicki's high level symphonic flushera resounding pubic furcatebirds sang in rupturecockchafers are into our flora& the hard thing whisking missus muckle off her cloven toessaid with feeling, 'I hope your chickens turn to emus& kick your foul house down'& she grasping the fundamentwith piscatorial shivers of intensityshouted a handle for the biggest motionput upon the tablelittle boy up with his horn & blew come& at the crunch of daylightthe pianist flaked on ragtime Lindsay Smith
All backgrounds are my own photographs & artwork
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crying 'our brains dropped out the back passage'
& his hoarse tribe went up the purple onion
gangbangers all riding vicki's high level symphonic flusher
a resounding pubic furcate
birds sang in rupture
cockchafers are into our flora
& the hard thing whisking missus muckle off her cloven toes
said with feeling, 'I hope your chickens turn to emus
& kick your foul house down'
& she grasping the fundament
with piscatorial shivers of intensity
shouted a handle for the biggest motion
put upon the table
little boy up with his horn & blew come
& at the crunch of daylight
the pianist flaked on ragtime
Lindsay Smith
All backgrounds are my own photographs & artwork
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