the do know effigies

and i don’t call these dialevart logs the do know effigies in dishonour of real key’s irreal riddles

i do not call

time ticks she says it ticks like lyme disease in a grandma clock of my chiming aspirations. we see them in but we never see them enter and they work like parapazzis in a culture abattoir

and i wonder who is this she that says i say i know the unmitigates in nadagate wear their nadapants like fritillaria or fritillaries (the sessile and mobile are always poking their panties in terraria they’re not supposed to) but what i don’t know is whether my psychogeometries aren’t holding their kilter

here’s the riddle of the day she says how is the human ego like a whomyn waffle and when when clouds the dentures of the sky fall out do you take them to the dentist?

i say i say to doktor gugel-hüphendortz why? why are the clouds leaving the mouth of the sky? and doktor gugel-hüphendortz says oh i sadoo the sky is a gummy maw and it does not chew but chewing is given to the gugel-hüphendortzes

i remember the counting she says the glue right wean bed freedom of inlaceration, what numbers do to the maps when the calendar’s run away to make bear pizza. climb with me my bastard love onto the willywisps of the recurvirostra tree and remember too with me what i remember

how lovely on the butane

are the meat of them

who ping rude booze

sentencing geese

disclaiming queues of soapiness

sour fraud claims dour odd aims

we sing the tunes she says we sing them without meaning meaning. when i boarded the encaustic recently and it didn’t know the temperature i told a conductor i’d like it to take me to the rare mettle mines of magnolia and make me into meat but where would be the gluten?

who hasn’t been to northern thailand?

and who hasn’t climbed the steps?

only you of a puerile fart and a loathsome dung

who doesn't bare false blogs or watch humanican idol

but i hear it coming and it sounds like vegan cheese

and the brain is abating and this dialevart’s done