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"An explosion of verbal fireworks Adorno might have envisioned on a dark night after too many reruns of a post-doctorate thesis on the subtext of the multicultural aspects of original sin as pictured on daytime TV. Here is the post-Steinian, post-Freudian Portrait of PoMo Times. Watch out! Generation-X+1 has just found its Boswell, and her name is Stacy Doris." - Ann Lauterbach
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99 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1995
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FEATURES THESE UNGLUED
(AND FUNKY) CHARACTERS:.
Military Yann
Many-named Uncle(s)
Teen boy rollerblade groups (The only sane ones of the bunch)
Lassie Twin Nieces
TiK, a military cuteness gamin/e
Reinforcements
Transportation, arctic circles,
loony island w/
Intestine-bon-bon Factory.
Bon Courage!
FIRST CHANCE
Probe droids SUCK!
Unc. helped Yann with the igloo setup,
popsicle version.
Soothing: "Don't worry: the sounds are way distant."
As ice thins --
the background shakes --
obfuscating Leap of Wrath.
Live die and what not.
Lie down and crawl off.
Available (echo) AVAILABLY:
Tundra Blitz:
OH SWEET,
AGENT madness, bit of Latin revenge (yes-'um asked for)
New World Comp #.
Mighty Virgin Alert.
MUNCHED ON THE LAGOON . . .
(blued) elkboys autosuck
flammable?
Why the hat?
TiK glides, from snowcap, down to their mobile
(with a (cold) pizza)
Chanted:
GORE OX Chris Scissor
8 8 6 8
In playability and shift.
Enthused, Uncle orders
un psycho-style salon
for to reverse the brains of two lassies
sipping insults
'til they're sugar-crazed, hot
and see what's on their minds:
neck-tethered, caressed to pieces.
The ULTIMATE Gamin/Gamine rag
TOYFIGURE Comeback -- Free!
Pull me out uncle H.
Bad Uncle, bad
stocking stuffer
growls: bring the kids round.
Meanwhile: An occurrence like urine
A -- ummm . . . urinous occurrence
medically proves
centerfold with secret fats
COMMANDO
super putty/ super tip . . .
Lophead. You.
Win: Mr. Bad get rearranged!
Excuse me Miss . . .
Uncle! (TiK) Multiply:
the lotus carpet's hideous.
Down its hatch, goes:
Authority creams/
thighbangling duel over newdom's crown emerald.
With the Demos ride naughty,
certain lasso bad.
Curious Uncle Roy, banned in Utah
(ammo films)
what a close shave!
Star Products test/ results in uncle Stinky
Stinky ... here!
Home-picking and original
begs, upholds many
(they specialize in privates)
European-type: notches All itsy
deductible, register
NOW, girrrrls!
(panorama shy)
the Asian blue extrusion
Off Limits, Gums Apart
first class scramble.
Hey Marvin: the brain drug's proved elusive!
Gotcha backs.
Laments: MY icon bean -- Neurospunk --
(Half-man but all caution):
hamburgering over it
(a nanosplit dawning)
TAKES RIDES
(sonic female champ)
IV VR TM
. . . Mmmmmm, ask the Virtutects.
Overhead arrival: Hey!
Adrenaline-hot mam's'
twit vision
priestly, glazed as all that.
Gamine Heaven
Thanks much.
Bunny one in each size goes.
Uncle: Try spending it all in one place!
Sample charts:
CLASSIFIED: Petting under/ same old rodent
Imp above/ option tail
Bulky with/ tonic
Stand back!
(Oooo NANA!)
Big dominions have just what
comes out of a plug up.
MYSTERY . . . PEEL here.
In Uncle's preview wigwam reigns ENvironmental wattage.
OVermouth's
Heather mcfur in auto venture
(Pandemonium IN-CORp)
Saga logs on all 64 bits pounding, recites
A SORRY TALE:
of mega-bulbed nymphs await
pre-wounded so feckless
bruised-in-tattoo, a trifle,
100% offer. Luck of the draw:
. . . A glimpse of darling entrails, prune sacrifice chides
and when they look for her -- poof!
(echo) poof
Forget Stephan. Forget
all the not-there guys forgot.
YO: dumbbells that explode!
Parachute whole!
(The National ocean).
SO, Urethraejacked boy-bomb:
Any further questions?
In double-come electrodes, Unc.
was choo-choo-spliced out. Yep.
Later Able-mapped suburb, with colorless bilge ancient . . .
QUICK the jar:
messages: Wait for Me specter
while Matrix is Navigate
(the ethanol champs)
A Flash: Smutwalls and pincushions TEAM UP
in a wake, of remedy-scattershot:
Pyramid wolf hide-away.
Mind-sweeper
Awesome posse:
Ask a harem:
(echo).
(Lands)
"In next to nothing"
rolled use - whatever --
pointing, 17, tidy-but-hard,
Experienced Richness.
. . . . .
Dizzy 17 prong, solo-attached,
whose needed/ an account of TiK:
Odd, browner, naturally,
glum. Jubilant: where
a bellboy in sight, or belief
at a nature precinct eat quickly!
(Lands)
A serious talk, but with no leg to stand on
bender dummies up/ crush dummies
come along and go to pieces.
In a rush careen bounty scam
upsets the creature model.
A HOMUNCULUS VIEWPOINT
(realistic fluid) moves
(in this case, small)
inch by inch!
Face out.
Yes! Enter UNCLE today!
KEY wigs/ quest/ flab/ crank dream = power.
Wimpy bit (12)
Something to gobble on.
Screeched feline control wets
the whole blowing system:
Advance invincibility
and secret echo fodder and
grow Napalm!
The LaComa Knight in Bizyland configurates.
Infinite Lives.
Money - up. No timer.
Heave-Ho and a thimble of fog
(in a past option) penultimate kindling.
And, exclusive, 10-gal chances.
The dragon-flare romp.
Hey: Wannabes: Can they Lie, Steal, Bash,
Navigate half-legged
shoot from a cannon for a living, or what?
High-Jinx Island.
Elephant: #1
Slices and creams Betty alongside Jill
soaking their venom (own) marinara UP.
Good girls are fried girls, icing on -- Right, uncle?
In a row,
a rippling muscle valley
both side to back.
Turbine fat mush (says) to a little pinch
in the climax undercut
lacy without being:
Prison jerk backslat
tremor color freed arm
bang (in close) supple rotor
lips illumined claw kiss
disappointment saber lap
Choose cuddle now.
down
both down
left down.
SECOND GAME
Loaded with new enemies,
cool dialogue, jeeps,
a slew of pocket-sized Yanns
shall battle the permafrost.
The aim: archeology
boom-remote thunder.
Warning:
All Previous Survivors have Lost it.
Reminder: To all -- Lassie Twins:
Good Nieces are petted;
you can be your own assailant
just up the volume to swap lives
with a real princess.
IONA, now they call her,
thirsty from electron wads
Frank Uncle currency,
goes bareback, spurred horseless
poultry whip; the Booby Prize:
Now Possibly = Corrodes.
YANN: Catch the
TWINS! They're dangling:
Sick picture; delay.
The barbecue link
distant members uniformed
intervals, regular, pausing
to separate the holes (2 by 2).
Big machine
sisters, legitimately oiled
switch minigates.
Continent, in a net, size-wired, lusty:
with vitamin gloss/
getting in the act:
seen: Stiff, religious, foul
multiplied tips.
Out splaying, empty:
What next, Detective?
Ditto heads Slag
Thrashing for buttons
and iotas, they chomp. This ain't Yann's first
denomination screw-in.
60 Fields per Second.
Recordbending heat is unportable now,
also known as shockless; mini.
Slender
guarantees
an adviral digit
the cell's oscillation:
TIRED BETTER
interaction crime
adhesive surrogate
free ambient
thought window
medicate rainforest
love audition
In imagiNATION
TiK and Yann hook up, hit it off, /and
within moments:
She's nicked him
he's strapped her
she boffs him
he leaks/ he drenches her
with Crisco
she crackles
he flips.
OTHER: flatten/ hang/ spread/ zing/ glove/ sizzle.
Bushwhack Sign Up Here
LETS UNCLE Input, capture, display
mix and produce
that's what friends are for.
A worry-free professional, finger tips -- easy in
overnight receipt.
TiK, attacker turned iffy
invites/ one hope to outwit
El Commandeer ('Dong').
Helpful explosive surprises clue TiK
(gritty back view)
CLOSER.
On loose in the COCONET
One little guy shaves off time
for the brawny.
They IN AURORA/ LAND
(Where Sighted = Destroy)
Uncle happens
upon a Weirdo Mechanic AREA
for pantyline reconnaissance
(with chats progress easy):
. . . Flexing lifelike but cuter, Miss LIBERTY toasts
now to lucid cycle slits abound
pedal feel-ya camping
for come and gnaw on /public
genitorture fest times 3
vivid whiffs
organic hardware, juiced
tames, bound is only the start.
Along with Yann, snap up Uncle:
young, oral.
UNCLE, Welcome to Stealthland
(a.k.a. Shangri-La)
bigger than Swiss and totally Verboten.
When Hushcraft touch down
on Groom Path
the limits drizzle
(legend, plus mini footage)
magpie romance complete.
A Silent invitation/ Jockey withers style
Catacombs use vices
(By the dozen).
Nice bridal set up/ coyly unlatched
okaying death nozzles in irresolute pits.
Dustbowl Wakendudes (sentries)
for the mothercam vigil
A Story Illusion.
C'mon Down!
The ridges are prickly;
unwelcome civilians get exchanged
in those bushes.
Moonlight huskless Reminder:
the fittest are gun-shy;
go elsewhere.
But UFO hobbyists/ would vacation in
a classified facility, too bad.
And tough luck Uncle
basketball sized yolks evidenced.
. . .Three lost Vikings, them lost souls:
walk right off cliffs into traps,
downright nasty!
A fake gamble ensues,
sweet reason circuit
Warlords toolbox
including horror and blood leash.
Wigman, an undead
(gothic role-playing theme)
made off from the party with the amulet and radishes
and automap case; hit the road
to Missing Thought Plantation.
Meanwhile Connectivity flaunts, isthmus-wide.
Triads and other spiritual pollutants flock
overcoming growth
to indecisive shine. Meanwhile nibble:
TiK's pearl delta skin system
or Trancelab convert
ready to love
the MUD cataclysm.
AN ASSORTMENT OF MYSTICS
radio-hostile
full of grumpiness hovers, pins, reels back home
roosting in custody, by night,
poised on an arrow/ but with a tendency to slip.
But its Lonely at the Top
After gorilla inhalation
what's left of Monkey Island?
The High Dollars breakthrough primrose,
carbon freezing boredom.
Either connect the dots
or push Uncle off. He boomerangs.
As Uncle Tubby angers
in a handicapped second
do the guck pelvis.
At Shiver Headquarters:
The action by ice breath
collaborates
against tiny youthful i.d. duo.
Advance to R&R Depot
(Star Ranch joint vacation)
More fun than nipping off TiK's fingers.
P. S.: AT THE FAIR:
Human Beehive admission loots
Tragedy Cylinder Attraction:
World's Largest Crackerjack (w/ rest settee on top).
Prize Unfinished.
Wanted: a can opener.
Automatic-Tiny
(The double-nothing sisters)
Mulch dropsy combat
get dangerous from ease.
Unleash Terrier
(And now, the infection)
Uncle won't rest before he rules
compound Insidious:
Toss your partner into a fence
do-se-do your partner
and wallop
with the brutal stroke
twice before landing.
A hug/smash combo
Midair teleport
fakes out of nothing
icky reptile device.
TiK-as-Valkyrie
pie-throw endeavors
jumps, lands senseless
(indigestion attached).
The flowers squirting contest.
X-tra Innings: The Twins' Last Metamorphosis
Three doggie tornadoes
crop up record firing
along -- too bad for them -- soporific hillsides.
Leap from the skateboard
jiggle positions
(they're heavy).
Elsewhere Poodle Gorgeous
bobs in unknown platforms
helplessly jell-o.
LAST CHANCE [Includes (souvenir) Documents]
SOMEHOW Uncle unearthed
The Blush Swill's Codex:
a (whining)
unpraised fissure
chalky, flightless, but live
(w/ pupa display
of wearying awareness
in strips of bewilderment)
then top it off with fangs! Several and exact,
a petrification treatise
on throb, salivate, cascade.
Falling Stones deaden stairways;
the feather impressions
grind to a halt in sea plastic.
An ilex crust, limpid
forages by snail patch, in quantities
and omission.
Scum Dating (The Swill Codex Made Simple)
Err Period: glaucous and carbonate
lower, oval-dotted, glides
its calamitous battalion,
puerile cut. Rounded off.
Surely magnanimous.
Surely aquatint.
And, immutably, steaming-but-equal.
. . . . .
(p. 2):
Waddling remains were after volcanic.
In coiled jaws/ bright fern.
(p. 3)
AT THE PEBBLE-APPARENT WRECK (in Future)
Through lung eyes, glistening still
diorama mossing depths
faintly opens equal, turned to a clam age.
TiK-famous. Spiffed
yummy marathon sleuth
for animal outskirts hunt.
A SEAWEED ARMATURE/ BACKDROP ILLUSION:
Earth, out of sight,
cutsey roused
(in "swamp treasure").
PETRIFIED DESERT SPLINTER (Biotoxic Mission)
TiK on detailed target
copiously, kill
in a universer crank
good pop rate, but spoiled by weather.
THE INTRUDER COMPANION
scattered pods
lop and cut
lop and cut
they sure do.
DATA LIBRARY (Fungal Agenda)
(Because Yann's capabilities shape every TiK's sortie.)
Need to know.
If Yann's meat finder's up/ TiK don't leave flank exposed.
If multi-aspect/ TiK, don't leave, period.
Sub or over-sonic misses/ stump the aura.
Yann hang low/ then TiK clutter
timing Gage/ agog.
If he's close to bingo/
TiK press;
pump compare.
ORDER: (TiK's) Dream(land)
In a high-rez battle suit
plunge, roll, bank, soar, lose never.
G-force activate
one proto-star flexi-kid transforms
gentle dose
for infodeck patriarch's insanity. ('Dong'.)
Bobs and weaves.
Beddie pie.
(Prays)
bled amateur,
dig in now.
Assignment: Grab the controls/ spread Democracy
it's time.
Accurate and loaded, the Toucan Craw brig
is tactile/ a maverick
ashram-equipped.
It pays to sweat bullets:
Fly higher/ fly longer -- obsolescent pilot.
TiK's radarless sidewind pairs.
Surprise Map
(For cheat-enabled basis.)
A double-flawless whack
should do the job.
If not: reptile endurance.
If not: womanly harpoon.
Therefore, TiK glows, later on
(in the chair)
resinous.
A hit.
The General ('Dong''s) Notebook
(Peek-a-boo sadistic)
A hook 'em up factory
gnaws victims with suspense.
Detailed operating costs
(derision of the navels)
blood's merely an hors d'oeuvre
torture morsel.
All hooked submissivies to parachute direct
to this boudoir of malevolence, ready.
A slush fund of veterans
ether-ripened for the privilege . . .
Dig in, boys.
TiK's Entry 3 (Illustrated)
Oh, loony-dump islet
the intestine bon-bon factory
cuts excess with poison
and in deformation thrills.
A gore ideologue
'Dong' works out a system
for interchangeable pickling
'til the corpses beyond recognition
can serve equally.
Final Stages ('Dong''s Tally Sheet)
The victim gets messy
s/he's cannibalized by invisible romanceers
and, in slug rewire
paralyzed except for the tongue
idiot blithers
salivary mud
to carry taint
in very lowest microbes
the necorphilous aftermath.
May 8th, TiK Continuing/p>
Reached swamp peninsula.
Everywhere silt,
the fungus night breeds
low faces sucked to absence
bathed in vermin-retch pools
degeneracy saline
nitrous can-can floor-show.
Act 2.
Guzzled the tea.
Now sealed from inside
its bullets palpitate
unparticle crease.
Remove from oven.
Come Kiss Uncle 'Dong'
Body mold hatching
out he pops
slimmed a tad,
webbed handshake grapples
good as new.
Instructions:
Vibrate tourists well.
They splice them in clusters.
Uncle 'Dong' tapes himself
back into comfy egg.
Then speechless and determined
to rig havoc, rolls.
Shove 'Em or Shave 'Em (The Loony Island Crew)
Lush, but afflicted
by a rescue-hungry germ
Uncle Redundant trades
his parts among himself
the remnants for cheap
delivery hazards
fated ruby deal.
Over by the slot machines
Uncle Ghoul loafs
beaming his "core"
into the pinballs of others. Recruits.
A flair for weaknesses
the joy-pain gadget
reinauguration.
What Base
Reckon lucked alarm
island-wide jerking
gave up their coordinates
fuel: mined and ashen
pouts, tinkles catastrophic.
Hey who did that:
let TiK get real toasty.
TiK Kracks
("Pardon the Scram")
Pulverized comrades
bathed by insect phosphor scums
in a puff of marrow cloud
in a skull-mash dollop
but quietly, tranquil,
and with body parts removed:
spout new virals
never to colonize.
After, Select Hero
(a touch-tone alternative)
Who drives the boys senseless with his or her
hammer plus nails.
Placid, though saucy
which the group bubbles panic from.
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(AND FUNKY) CHARACTERS:.
Military Yann
Many-named Uncle(s)
Teen boy rollerblade groups (The only sane ones of the bunch)
Lassie Twin Nieces
TiK, a military cuteness gamin/e
Reinforcements
Transportation, arctic circles,
loony island w/
Intestine-bon-bon Factory.
Bon Courage!
FIRST CHANCE
Probe droids SUCK!
Unc. helped Yann with the igloo setup,
popsicle version.
Soothing: "Don't worry: the sounds are way distant."
As ice thins --
the background shakes --
obfuscating Leap of Wrath.
Live die and what not.
Lie down and crawl off.
Available (echo) AVAILABLY:
Tundra Blitz:
OH SWEET,
AGENT madness, bit of Latin revenge (yes-'um asked for)
New World Comp #.
Mighty Virgin Alert.
MUNCHED ON THE LAGOON . . .
(blued) elkboys autosuck
flammable?
Why the hat?
TiK glides, from snowcap, down to their mobile
(with a (cold) pizza)
Chanted:
GORE OX Chris Scissor
8 8 6 8
In playability and shift.
Enthused, Uncle orders
un psycho-style salon
for to reverse the brains of two lassies
sipping insults
'til they're sugar-crazed, hot
and see what's on their minds:
neck-tethered, caressed to pieces.
The ULTIMATE Gamin/Gamine rag
TOYFIGURE Comeback -- Free!
Pull me out uncle H.
Bad Uncle, bad
stocking stuffer
growls: bring the kids round.
Meanwhile: An occurrence like urine
A -- ummm . . . urinous occurrence
medically proves
centerfold with secret fats
COMMANDO
super putty/ super tip . . .
Lophead. You.
Win: Mr. Bad get rearranged!
Excuse me Miss . . .
Uncle! (TiK) Multiply:
the lotus carpet's hideous.
Down its hatch, goes:
Authority creams/
thighbangling duel over newdom's crown emerald.
With the Demos ride naughty,
certain lasso bad.
Curious Uncle Roy, banned in Utah
(ammo films)
what a close shave!
Star Products test/ results in uncle Stinky
Stinky ... here!
Home-picking and original
begs, upholds many
(they specialize in privates)
European-type: notches All itsy
deductible, register
NOW, girrrrls!
(panorama shy)
the Asian blue extrusion
Off Limits, Gums Apart
first class scramble.
Hey Marvin: the brain drug's proved elusive!
Gotcha backs.
Laments: MY icon bean -- Neurospunk --
(Half-man but all caution):
hamburgering over it
(a nanosplit dawning)
TAKES RIDES
(sonic female champ)
IV VR TM
. . . Mmmmmm, ask the Virtutects.
Overhead arrival: Hey!
Adrenaline-hot mam's'
twit vision
priestly, glazed as all that.
Gamine Heaven
Thanks much.
Bunny one in each size goes.
Uncle: Try spending it all in one place!
Sample charts:
CLASSIFIED: Petting under/ same old rodent
Imp above/ option tail
Bulky with/ tonic
Stand back!
(Oooo NANA!)
Big dominions have just what
comes out of a plug up.
MYSTERY . . . PEEL here.
In Uncle's preview wigwam reigns ENvironmental wattage.
OVermouth's
Heather mcfur in auto venture
(Pandemonium IN-CORp)
Saga logs on all 64 bits pounding, recites
A SORRY TALE:
of mega-bulbed nymphs await
pre-wounded so feckless
bruised-in-tattoo, a trifle,
100% offer. Luck of the draw:
. . . A glimpse of darling entrails, prune sacrifice chides
and when they look for her -- poof!
(echo) poof
Forget Stephan. Forget
all the not-there guys forgot.
YO: dumbbells that explode!
Parachute whole!
(The National ocean).
SO, Urethraejacked boy-bomb:
Any further questions?
In double-come electrodes, Unc.
was choo-choo-spliced out. Yep.
Later Able-mapped suburb, with colorless bilge ancient . . .
QUICK the jar:
messages: Wait for Me specter
while Matrix is Navigate
(the ethanol champs)
A Flash: Smutwalls and pincushions TEAM UP
in a wake, of remedy-scattershot:
Pyramid wolf hide-away.
Mind-sweeper
Awesome posse:
Ask a harem:
(echo).
(Lands)
"In next to nothing"
rolled use - whatever --
pointing, 17, tidy-but-hard,
Experienced Richness.
. . . . .
Dizzy 17 prong, solo-attached,
whose needed/ an account of TiK:
Odd, browner, naturally,
glum. Jubilant: where
a bellboy in sight, or belief
at a nature precinct eat quickly!
(Lands)
A serious talk, but with no leg to stand on
bender dummies up/ crush dummies
come along and go to pieces.
In a rush careen bounty scam
upsets the creature model.
A HOMUNCULUS VIEWPOINT
(realistic fluid) moves
(in this case, small)
inch by inch!
Face out.
Yes! Enter UNCLE today!
KEY wigs/ quest/ flab/ crank dream = power.
Wimpy bit (12)
Something to gobble on.
Screeched feline control wets
the whole blowing system:
Advance invincibility
and secret echo fodder and
grow Napalm!
The LaComa Knight in Bizyland configurates.
Infinite Lives.
Money - up. No timer.
Heave-Ho and a thimble of fog
(in a past option) penultimate kindling.
And, exclusive, 10-gal chances.
The dragon-flare romp.
Hey: Wannabes: Can they Lie, Steal, Bash,
Navigate half-legged
shoot from a cannon for a living, or what?
High-Jinx Island.
Elephant: #1
Slices and creams Betty alongside Jill
soaking their venom (own) marinara UP.
Good girls are fried girls, icing on -- Right, uncle?
In a row,
a rippling muscle valley
both side to back.
Turbine fat mush (says) to a little pinch
in the climax undercut
lacy without being:
Prison jerk backslat
tremor color freed arm
bang (in close) supple rotor
lips illumined claw kiss
disappointment saber lap
Choose cuddle now.
down
both down
left down.
SECOND GAME
Loaded with new enemies,
cool dialogue, jeeps,
a slew of pocket-sized Yanns
shall battle the permafrost.
The aim: archeology
boom-remote thunder.
Warning:
All Previous Survivors have Lost it.
Reminder: To all -- Lassie Twins:
Good Nieces are petted;
you can be your own assailant
just up the volume to swap lives
with a real princess.
IONA, now they call her,
thirsty from electron wads
Frank Uncle currency,
goes bareback, spurred horseless
poultry whip; the Booby Prize:
Now Possibly = Corrodes.
YANN: Catch the
TWINS! They're dangling:
Sick picture; delay.
The barbecue link
distant members uniformed
intervals, regular, pausing
to separate the holes (2 by 2).
Big machine
sisters, legitimately oiled
switch minigates.
Continent, in a net, size-wired, lusty:
with vitamin gloss/
getting in the act:
seen: Stiff, religious, foul
multiplied tips.
Out splaying, empty:
What next, Detective?
Ditto heads Slag
Thrashing for buttons
and iotas, they chomp. This ain't Yann's first
denomination screw-in.
60 Fields per Second.
Recordbending heat is unportable now,
also known as shockless; mini.
Slender
guarantees
an adviral digit
the cell's oscillation:
TIRED BETTER
interaction crime
adhesive surrogate
free ambient
thought window
medicate rainforest
love audition
In imagiNATION
TiK and Yann hook up, hit it off, /and
within moments:
She's nicked him
he's strapped her
she boffs him
he leaks/ he drenches her
with Crisco
she crackles
he flips.
OTHER: flatten/ hang/ spread/ zing/ glove/ sizzle.
Bushwhack Sign Up Here
LETS UNCLE Input, capture, display
mix and produce
that's what friends are for.
A worry-free professional, finger tips -- easy in
overnight receipt.
TiK, attacker turned iffy
invites/ one hope to outwit
El Commandeer ('Dong').
Helpful explosive surprises clue TiK
(gritty back view)
CLOSER.
On loose in the COCONET
One little guy shaves off time
for the brawny.
They IN AURORA/ LAND
(Where Sighted = Destroy)
Uncle happens
upon a Weirdo Mechanic AREA
for pantyline reconnaissance
(with chats progress easy):
. . . Flexing lifelike but cuter, Miss LIBERTY toasts
now to lucid cycle slits abound
pedal feel-ya camping
for come and gnaw on /public
genitorture fest times 3
vivid whiffs
organic hardware, juiced
tames, bound is only the start.
Along with Yann, snap up Uncle:
young, oral.
UNCLE, Welcome to Stealthland
(a.k.a. Shangri-La)
bigger than Swiss and totally Verboten.
When Hushcraft touch down
on Groom Path
the limits drizzle
(legend, plus mini footage)
magpie romance complete.
A Silent invitation/ Jockey withers style
Catacombs use vices
(By the dozen).
Nice bridal set up/ coyly unlatched
okaying death nozzles in irresolute pits.
Dustbowl Wakendudes (sentries)
for the mothercam vigil
A Story Illusion.
C'mon Down!
The ridges are prickly;
unwelcome civilians get exchanged
in those bushes.
Moonlight huskless Reminder:
the fittest are gun-shy;
go elsewhere.
But UFO hobbyists/ would vacation in
a classified facility, too bad.
And tough luck Uncle
basketball sized yolks evidenced.
. . .Three lost Vikings, them lost souls:
walk right off cliffs into traps,
downright nasty!
A fake gamble ensues,
sweet reason circuit
Warlords toolbox
including horror and blood leash.
Wigman, an undead
(gothic role-playing theme)
made off from the party with the amulet and radishes
and automap case; hit the road
to Missing Thought Plantation.
Meanwhile Connectivity flaunts, isthmus-wide.
Triads and other spiritual pollutants flock
overcoming growth
to indecisive shine. Meanwhile nibble:
TiK's pearl delta skin system
or Trancelab convert
ready to love
the MUD cataclysm.
AN ASSORTMENT OF MYSTICS
radio-hostile
full of grumpiness hovers, pins, reels back home
roosting in custody, by night,
poised on an arrow/ but with a tendency to slip.
But its Lonely at the Top
After gorilla inhalation
what's left of Monkey Island?
The High Dollars breakthrough primrose,
carbon freezing boredom.
Either connect the dots
or push Uncle off. He boomerangs.
As Uncle Tubby angers
in a handicapped second
do the guck pelvis.
At Shiver Headquarters:
The action by ice breath
collaborates
against tiny youthful i.d. duo.
Advance to R&R Depot
(Star Ranch joint vacation)
More fun than nipping off TiK's fingers.
P. S.: AT THE FAIR:
Human Beehive admission loots
Tragedy Cylinder Attraction:
World's Largest Crackerjack (w/ rest settee on top).
Prize Unfinished.
Wanted: a can opener.
Automatic-Tiny
(The double-nothing sisters)
Mulch dropsy combat
get dangerous from ease.
Unleash Terrier
(And now, the infection)
Uncle won't rest before he rules
compound Insidious:
Toss your partner into a fence
do-se-do your partner
and wallop
with the brutal stroke
twice before landing.
A hug/smash combo
Midair teleport
fakes out of nothing
icky reptile device.
TiK-as-Valkyrie
pie-throw endeavors
jumps, lands senseless
(indigestion attached).
The flowers squirting contest.
X-tra Innings: The Twins' Last Metamorphosis
Three doggie tornadoes
crop up record firing
along -- too bad for them -- soporific hillsides.
Leap from the skateboard
jiggle positions
(they're heavy).
Elsewhere Poodle Gorgeous
bobs in unknown platforms
helplessly jell-o.
LAST CHANCE [Includes (souvenir) Documents]
SOMEHOW Uncle unearthed
The Blush Swill's Codex:
a (whining)
unpraised fissure
chalky, flightless, but live
(w/ pupa display
of wearying awareness
in strips of bewilderment)
then top it off with fangs! Several and exact,
a petrification treatise
on throb, salivate, cascade.
Falling Stones deaden stairways;
the feather impressions
grind to a halt in sea plastic.
An ilex crust, limpid
forages by snail patch, in quantities
and omission.
Scum Dating (The Swill Codex Made Simple)
Err Period: glaucous and carbonate
lower, oval-dotted, glides
its calamitous battalion,
puerile cut. Rounded off.
Surely magnanimous.
Surely aquatint.
And, immutably, steaming-but-equal.
. . . . .
(p. 2):
Waddling remains were after volcanic.
In coiled jaws/ bright fern.
(p. 3)
AT THE PEBBLE-APPARENT WRECK (in Future)
Through lung eyes, glistening still
diorama mossing depths
faintly opens equal, turned to a clam age.
TiK-famous. Spiffed
yummy marathon sleuth
for animal outskirts hunt.
A SEAWEED ARMATURE/ BACKDROP ILLUSION:
Earth, out of sight,
cutsey roused
(in "swamp treasure").
PETRIFIED DESERT SPLINTER (Biotoxic Mission)
TiK on detailed target
copiously, kill
in a universer crank
good pop rate, but spoiled by weather.
THE INTRUDER COMPANION
scattered pods
lop and cut
lop and cut
they sure do.
DATA LIBRARY (Fungal Agenda)
(Because Yann's capabilities shape every TiK's sortie.)
Need to know.
If Yann's meat finder's up/ TiK don't leave flank exposed.
If multi-aspect/ TiK, don't leave, period.
Sub or over-sonic misses/ stump the aura.
Yann hang low/ then TiK clutter
timing Gage/ agog.
If he's close to bingo/
TiK press;
pump compare.
ORDER: (TiK's) Dream(land)
In a high-rez battle suit
plunge, roll, bank, soar, lose never.
G-force activate
one proto-star flexi-kid transforms
gentle dose
for infodeck patriarch's insanity. ('Dong'.)
Bobs and weaves.
Beddie pie.
(Prays)
bled amateur,
dig in now.
Assignment: Grab the controls/ spread Democracy
it's time.
Accurate and loaded, the Toucan Craw brig
is tactile/ a maverick
ashram-equipped.
It pays to sweat bullets:
Fly higher/ fly longer -- obsolescent pilot.
TiK's radarless sidewind pairs.
Surprise Map
(For cheat-enabled basis.)
A double-flawless whack
should do the job.
If not: reptile endurance.
If not: womanly harpoon.
Therefore, TiK glows, later on
(in the chair)
resinous.
A hit.
The General ('Dong''s) Notebook
(Peek-a-boo sadistic)
A hook 'em up factory
gnaws victims with suspense.
Detailed operating costs
(derision of the navels)
blood's merely an hors d'oeuvre
torture morsel.
All hooked submissivies to parachute direct
to this boudoir of malevolence, ready.
A slush fund of veterans
ether-ripened for the privilege . . .
Dig in, boys.
TiK's Entry 3 (Illustrated)
Oh, loony-dump islet
the intestine bon-bon factory
cuts excess with poison
and in deformation thrills.
A gore ideologue
'Dong' works out a system
for interchangeable pickling
'til the corpses beyond recognition
can serve equally.
Final Stages ('Dong''s Tally Sheet)
The victim gets messy
s/he's cannibalized by invisible romanceers
and, in slug rewire
paralyzed except for the tongue
idiot blithers
salivary mud
to carry taint
in very lowest microbes
the necorphilous aftermath.
May 8th, TiK Continuing/p>
Reached swamp peninsula.
Everywhere silt,
the fungus night breeds
low faces sucked to absence
bathed in vermin-retch pools
degeneracy saline
nitrous can-can floor-show.
Act 2.
Guzzled the tea.
Now sealed from inside
its bullets palpitate
unparticle crease.
Remove from oven.
Come Kiss Uncle 'Dong'
Body mold hatching
out he pops
slimmed a tad,
webbed handshake grapples
good as new.
Instructions:
Vibrate tourists well.
They splice them in clusters.
Uncle 'Dong' tapes himself
back into comfy egg.
Then speechless and determined
to rig havoc, rolls.
Shove 'Em or Shave 'Em (The Loony Island Crew)
Lush, but afflicted
by a rescue-hungry germ
Uncle Redundant trades
his parts among himself
the remnants for cheap
delivery hazards
fated ruby deal.
Over by the slot machines
Uncle Ghoul loafs
beaming his "core"
into the pinballs of others. Recruits.
A flair for weaknesses
the joy-pain gadget
reinauguration.
What Base
Reckon lucked alarm
island-wide jerking
gave up their coordinates
fuel: mined and ashen
pouts, tinkles catastrophic.
Hey who did that:
let TiK get real toasty.
TiK Kracks
("Pardon the Scram")
Pulverized comrades
bathed by insect phosphor scums
in a puff of marrow cloud
in a skull-mash dollop
but quietly, tranquil,
and with body parts removed:
spout new virals
never to colonize.
After, Select Hero
(a touch-tone alternative)
Who drives the boys senseless with his or her
hammer plus nails.
Placid, though saucy
which the group bubbles panic from.
Read the full text here: http://epc.buffalo.edu/presses/roof/Doris_Kildare.html
May 5, 2012
I was just reading about Stacy Doris today, but I forget how, and I forget why. Anyway, this collection feels somewhat ahead of its time but also feels a little stuck in that mid-90s cybernetic utopianism that feels so odd in Shaviro or Baudrillard in hindsight. People had a lot of optimism in MUDs I guess. Anyway, another poetry collection that made me laugh in the silence of my room and in the silence of a SEPTA car, so that's always something.
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