mmmmmmmmmmm

awk awk,capariae, that southernmost nekromanter, washing out the cooler air and singing swoof songs to the recently enlisted dead… circling round about the crofts and loosewinds, sterring past the cradling and or rather crumbling mausoleum and crag. forget the hittites, they’ve been playing foolscap for a garber nigh on 12 cents from now. or pasternoster writing. scribbled out on foundenwork that floats about the guttersnipes and walows in the sewage. pullman, pullman, where have yor druppy crars gone? that burnished auburn lamplighters coursing out the tripsanddrams of shotten nuffaloes. harcass! boiling bubbies of bloody hornhanks and shipshaves, ya. and so hear the shuffling toetaps of clowns and vagabonds, those soothsayers and crabcakers (crak!crak!)…spooning out the soft unnerbelly, stringing out froom tooth to tooth. har’s that grin agin. that varnishing grin, that cat-eclipsing grin.