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Emission Wall

Grey squirrel dodged blood lusty arbogasts While offroading it to Laramie. On the Eventless horizon out of Myrrh. Quick delivery absolution as a castaway Pistachio oaks Too soon forsworn enticements:  Eggs, beans and willow; candyfloss Ferrets, and ravioli ‘Such, such, such We’re the joys abundant  exchanged for this gruelling trowel’ Morose subalterns moped,  chuckling elders…

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Locus: Teeter

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The fault lies on the outside, confessed Aaron the BT flight controller, pledging a hearty lineman first thing tomorrow. Gangs of New York patrol the afternoon. Julian arrives with new gadget: the man who came in from the war was Moldovan. Aaron was a practising moron. Sell by date sarnies announced as food. No morph and three fizzers. Bereft of yarns. No call to quack. Jubilee! French polish…

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Gaudete

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Joon

–Oooooooo     Good da yas pfooks and unto all a’spondee spill a olive dunny start, cast toothy thee mund uber matter, malaplop diffuses tortion! Wee won proclaimed Smiles trumply brandyshining his haughty handsaw shimmer!  Smirch all conniving Mudsharks— puer maulis mangle modal middy ear ordure— tree crust oceans pollen sift, grasspolipped by fung fear not, interpoltroon maltrusions needsmust…

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Petra

Tea roses tint dew drops glintwuthered sandstone,crinolatesthe hand carved city of stonelonesome gremlinssupervise A stone cathewn behind an air vent purrs:lured on by pareidoliafaded mirage on a solar phone Scent fumes escape a golden august feast barnmarooned in nut sedge slateoverlooking the well hunggardenias of Armageddon Watch transixed as black air spewsout of a cavehereOnce a furred…

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Turf wars ruffle horsefeathers… Winter 2021 16 Nov 2021 Lilac pessimism & Beyond It approaches eight on an overcast Tuesday: a mild November Day.  Medicated and still achy from weekend falls, worried about the cuts; fears compounded by the combined jaunty misery of Frankie Boyle and Ed Balls in their very different ways.  Do I even risk the hospital on Thursday?  Covid is rampant and I am…

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Poshlust

Susurrous rumblingsprecursors of tumultSaturday morning berserkers‘A parcel for you, Suh!’A Postie declares.Kashchey the DeathlessMakes merry downstairsVarnishing rococo baublesWarm winsome dead soul

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Little Omega

No milk to cry over: traffic and bollard, pothole and hedgehog, flood and folly. All delay delivery. Try your best without. Think Wartime, make and mend, a stitch in time, careless talk costs lives

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Wryneck

look out! night just fellyou near on overlooked itlost in an e-book–luckyi showed upthe air was sharpthat keen time of year duckylike it was when we me beforein this deserted trossach wherethought and feeling dancetheir cockeyed sabbath

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Caress

Adorned bycybervoices motleyupon the streaming airexhaled by Ogma Sun faceplain as a brass pike staff in yer facesee the boss aint got no dainty threads onbare arsed as a new born twerp shouting ordersto court assasins in boreal greek and latticed latinburbling on in unknown tongues lip dancing codeine potionscompelling inebriate states to poach small town chickenshacks

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The Usual

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Equinox

sensuous concretepalaminos overseehigh rise meadows

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(Isaiah).

Mauve tuesday is a rum day,a bin day, a drab daya humdrum dayladen down cumbersomeby protocol and melancholiathus it mustcommence with an immodest nosebleedor a writhing mit of pitted pruneselsewiseit simply is not worth its saltnonethelesswanderers returned from the huzun nightfind it irresistible

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Low Jinks and Crystal Sets

Low Jinks and Crystal Sets

tuesday is a dumb day, a bin day, a drab daya day laden down with protocol and melancholiait must commence with a modest nosebleedand a mit of shrivelled pitted prunesor it is not worth its saltsolitary wanderers in the huzun nightfind it irresistible

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Bleeding Porphyria

Cracked pot lain next upset chair— Out of upstairs window stared Must have been a storm out there A zephr fussed A felling gust And Nine Red leaves turn up to rust flamboyant cruel offspring glare A redundant giant slumps silently on a porcelain escarpment washed by all four daughters Hesitates and slips under the turbid froth. A mission bell tolls, candles are lit and praise is lavished on the…