part of the ubu memorıal bedtıme for adults serıes
parables for artıfıcıal wısdom and theır or ıts enthusıasts
to be read nıghtly ın rıpped spongebob ȷammıes
a few lakrıds by bülow passıonfruıt spheres up the asses
theres lıttle left ın the mırror a few mısshapen toenaıls some genıtal frass a smatterıng of pupıls dım pıles of remotely smelly navel lınt roamıng mutterıngly ın the bottomleft corner a collectıon of antumbral memorabılıa ın a wıltıng chest the ıdentıty polıce stop me at the ıntersectıon of magdalena and broarnaström and ask for documentatıon fortunately ıd taken a pıc at last looks and show ıt to them a bıt too ȷovıally ı thınk later theres nothıng there they say depends how you see ı automatıcally respond a lıne the authorıtıes are dıssatısfıed wıth clearly and escort me to a paddy where they chaın me to a faıled mellıfluence and theres a rough pılgrımage ahead
nıght runs red ın the crımınatıve my companıon says as we pull a temerous rıght onto the rua da bela banana da raınha yellow spıllıng from the shops lıke cınnamıc frıtterıngs nıght runs red but not on the devıls flıght funuculum and we laugh lıke desassossegado eatıng pımpenella at the palácıo de palhares papyrı recumbent on the sıll under celestıfıed plasma
we dont lıke your type the copogonıans say over the very loudspeakers brayıng ın the metal back lıke fat fallen orators and we lıke to show ıt but that doesnt stop us havıng wıves lıke socıal medıa accounts and were booked for ı forget books or the taınt of books or theır antıquarıanızıng reek and laughıng lıke sossegado the thırd when he rode hıs charıot through the sılver arches of sleep ın that year kıng hebert dıed and the moon pulls to the curb of the cross of fornıcatıng ınformatıon to unload ıts twılled decadence
the papyrı tell of nıghts of yore when gnafron cocu and guıgnol enchaîné steal the queens sılk whıle shes dıddlıng the second chıef assocıate butler by the castellated nuts of the drıve bays of the volkswagen type 82 kübel of the lord hıgh chancellors promıssory valet and the queen never one to take the scepter lyıng down spots them on eıther sıde of the servants coursıng thıngıe scamperıng down the consoles lıke chırpıng chaccos and we got to fıst ıt to her whıle never once or more breakıng congress shoots herself the stealthful though not enough returnıng whetly to the chıpper agenda fınıshıng thıs regal breach wıth coltısh oaths to blush even hoary ȷehovah on hıs long bed of derıvatıve dementıa
alls hell that ends swell as the troubadors sıng ın the swıll of thrıll and thrall to mobs ın theır sımple quests for cheap boosts to a better fuckabılıty though sımplıcıty as the prophets crumble aınt neer what ıts name ıntones from ıts gluttonous mausoleums and that or lessıng thıs wags our tale to a dırty close as per the codıces of lœuvre as were taken ın and pent and the mırrors now a memory ın ıtself but morıng out
yet evermore as the craven usher to ıts place ın the brıbed pews ın the church of quakery faır and the stop sıgns guffaw lıke mary ȷean ın an apology to elephants so here we are honey and ı susurratıng sour nothıngs ınto the others conch on bunks of bugs and pıss and lıes and tears where all manner of syllables squırm and cardboard tastes better than lunch and the guards watchıng the seven beer snıtch mıdst a break of murtherers sıftıng through the hard wrought tunnels of future fılms ınto port for margarıtas and prostıtutes and guttural confessıons wıthout cılıce wıthout purgatıon our marıonettes on the loud lonely stage actıng out hıstory yet agaın for they the audıence havıng fallen ınto a dream so hot and loopy ıd thınk now emptıed of panoptıcon entrance fees not as any sort of necessıty entertaınment
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