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BAD EYED GAY CYLINDRICALS? MADDOCK 2004

BAD eyed gay cylindricals make do and bend
professional dramatics gym fanatics slim
acrobatic layabouts marching limp in heels
Reels of years waste detrius metric suicides
The great turn of the Rum walrus and his
brother companions of mystic singer machine
All relatives stink. Pressing matter of boredom.
bog eyed stinking manicurists pry nails off wealthy baggy eyed sofa
faced dead warts.
To err is to be an idiot and to um is to ah
How far is eternity? Will the red man in his kipper toed shoes and six
pipes
Ever make it to the centre of the outside with not that much in a
conversation of
half baked human language utterances.

I committed myself to an insanity bin
And knitted a basket from notwool ten minutes before my head
exploded
And became a loony basket.
Arms for pacifists
Fists aren't really passive.
My soul died many years ago but it lived to tell a salt.
Tell me, did your soul die and does your body live on, child? Tell me
wearing nudity.
In the end, all there is is. Similar buck.

Brass in the morning and steel in the evening
Steal the evening from the world and run away with it in a small
bag
All metals hibernate from the welder man. For he doth meld and weld my
do sparks
Fly like doo-wop bees when he feels my knees.
The joke is the serious. Sit, opposite, say rubbish eat fruit salad
twitch and start work
Again.
My old man is a Dust. Just enough to not have enough of it.
Hell is where just enough sits.

On the middle of the side of the left of the right of the Centre?
Egg scum.
Autoerotic cars grin slinky past miserable happy bastards who grow
beards to scare
Postman and three children. Dictate freedom.
Dick Is icky! The key to life is to be a prattle worker in high cotton
carcasses.
Gas bad eyed people in small steam rooms filled with the thought that
they might die of gas poisoning.
the age of age. How do bags claim sulphuric green steaming Louisiana
swamp piss. Something dying to get out of my head said everything to
someone someday
all ages will be a myth to grow out not Grow up.
to grow up is to grow reverse. Stanza ah a-ha. A+B = A Bee.

BAD EYED GAY CYLINDRICALS? MADDOCK 2004

Bee bop buzz bees flit bumbleicious fat fly round in a dizzy whizzy eye
crossing never stopping bee body popping fat wasp in drag. Drugs are
for simpletons.

Tons of lightweight headaches nag like wives to carpeted husbands. Me I
am the only sublime entity for that matter. Natterjack toads look like
soap actors.
warts and all. Prop up bar with green hopping mad w i d e smiles and
black eyes guest speaker full of tired inflections and infects the
listener with Mungo Id disease.
disease is illness and vice versa. Vice principal practises maldoings.
vice Chairman mows the lawn. Awnings.