Non negotiable idea

non negotiable idea

mine eyes have seen the cumming of those rapacious ways &; means to
any END that would give ENVY AS A CONSOLATION PRIZE to a medieval
fabliaux... vaginal humor of BLOOD... PHLEGM... CHOLER... &; BLACK
BILE... or Black Bart blowing softly the thin trail of smoke coming
from his revolver as another devilish &; dastardly deed comes to
rest on the trigger of an old 45... whiplash renovation when the sun
goes down down for some lapidary rites to brighten up a here to fore
dismal day in day out all around the water spout it out &; don't be
coy it aint so bad in being goy... scrape your foot make it resound
before we all end up in the lost &; found... give back to the night
what the night demands are made &; promises are brushed aside then
curled &; greased &; beautified for the upcoming SHOW OF SHOWS...
with FLESH the sine qua no of life along the slippery slopes &;
hopes &; puppy dog tails are out of? BOOM? BOOM? BOOM? listen to the
stomping around the virginal gap toothed moon madness...

may be or not but the concept is there for all to share a bit of fluff
while the stuff in the sacred glassine pouch flexes its snowy elegance
then does a double take into a bed of rice as a misused arm deflates
into a SIREN scratching down the street looking for a pomegranate
solution to 9 across... roundly reject the light at the end of the
TUNNEL OF LOVE it or leave it to the BEAVER BOPPERS hunched over a
checker bored with the old black &; whites... so let there be COLOR
let there be lights let there be glorious flights of fancy zooming out
over OZ or TERRA EXTRA SPECIAL? like a hot liverwurst &; onion
sandwich puckered with confusion &; groaning along a sleazy
gutter...

with INCENDIARY THIGHS smiling a toothless smile a pelvic view of
NEGOTIABLE THIGHS crass openings with nubby little flaps that go CLIT
CLOP in the wind of break dancin on the slippery slope of a VENUSIAN
MOUND... TSUNAMI THIGHS... MEZZANINE THIGHS... open the PENETRATION
DOOR of implied calumny while SUZIE SUGAR TIP fleeces the boy next
door... nervous squinty eyes... a roust about sitting on a fence
constructing Lollipop solutions for sticky fingers caught in a fur
lined till... FELICITOUS THIGHS marching time with a midnight radio
while a non negotiable idea flounces its preconceived funnel vision
under the nose of CALLIOPE JANE &; her famous LINGER THIGHS... VAMP
plowing thru the remains of a slow boat to the east end of town where a
frown is the style of the frigid remains of PACIFIED THIGHS?