"Sound Poems (From Rabelaisian Play Station)"


Sound Poems

(From Rabelaisian Play Station)




No gefilte fish rejected push-up demonology. Hashtags and assembly lines bedizen his shampoo. Uniformly, window dressing channels photosynthesis. Oftentimes the algorithms mimic pink piqué. Charismatic, laced, and fluted, operettas densify. Made-to-order innovators juggle coronets. Who's to say the linsey-woolsey won't unzip the marigolds? For this reason, polka-dotted suburbs oversleep.




A fashionista's trim gourami decked this famous cocklebur.

   A fashionista's snog filtration hugged this dirgelike ganglion.

A fashionista's rash decorum wooed this brimful photoplay.

A fashionista's gruff bargello fleeced this sanguine tigereye.

A fashionista's chaste utensil owned this twelve-step rivulet.

A fashionista's hewn chimera tripped this glowing succotash.

  A fashionista's pied observer nabbed this cutthroat euphony. 

                                                                                                                        A fashionista's droll adhesive iced this armored plenitude.




Next to felted hubble-bubble, needlework irradiates. Dandyish plumeria theologize caprice. Off the record, galligaskins fracture dog-and-pony shows. Neither byways nor bikinis promise to regroup. Once the floral chip has anchored, sugarcoat your huckaback. Seldom do these pocket knockoffs manage to confess. What if microfiber were to bullyrag a pyramid? Cordovan automatism rustles in the night.




If fashion greets a blank tuxedo, mob a cubic ectomorph.

                                                                                                                          If fashion sails a glum wasabi, feed a roundish tedium.

                                                                                                                          If fashion dreads a pod nostalgia, cure a written maverick.

                                                                                                                          If fashion bores a limp resistor, plan a mumbled royalty.

                                                                                                                          If fashion clubs a toy arcanum, serve a bashful longitude.

                                                                                                                         If fashion licks a huge mitosis, bake a pompous juniper.

 If fashion warps a fresh hysteric, grope a haughty stimulus. 

                                                                                                                         If fashion moons a rapt locution, jilt a free-form buffalo.




Wine and dine her sueded samba; interweave an entourage. Anywhere the tutus revel, visors knuckle down. Matchy-matchy prophesying vindicates asparagus. For example, bulk production spoofs magnetic knit. Counting wedlock as galoshes, frilly robots supersize. Novelette reformatories traffic in bouclé. Clearly, then, a lone chinchilla renders gluten optional. Studded tights and trolley coaches hanker for plastique.

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