Wednesday, April 20, 2005

pontius pal·i·sade

p to the izzope

pope, wake up!

ye lemming of the pop-up wind-blow!

sunshine therefore i am not my shelf in this lyte-electro, my password primeval.

...pillow gorge
...logo deus wuss
...god loans his Trabbi
...cordial pillbox sushi-geode
...snafu gooner dies a battle-bureau

for the yurt in the sardine
for the blot in the redress
for the halt in the deterrent
meine geliebte sagt:

forty-thousand dinars don't save Skopje

-too a tee


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