FLEAS+FLIES

webster's dictionary describes the act of Almoriation (el·mor·é·aye·shun) as a mood, understated and willing to be disrupted for a good mug 'a peach tea with slices of lamb cake.

I can see what they're on to and it looks like a lot of bullfuckingfrogdippy with some altruistic sidewindedness that makes us look like freak-ass pen wipers from Juliet State. Oh, it's real. As real as the worlds in my bed. In my satin Star Wars desert sheet that sold for 82 oh oh, over at the Macy's and Gimbel's Jubilee.

Firewall, my God where has that been? I saw it last year in the drawer by the milk staples and most of the crumpet crompers that Jimmy-Anne-Sue left when she was still a boy hiding under the sink cloth, barely, rotting and crying like a muddled pea sauce in May after a bee-fry storm. I was knowing we'd find that shoe-fah again; after all, we do make the state's best Taker Moss, and lit'l Kate was here too. Eating when everyone looked the other way and pocketed some mash in her bosom lace.

Just under the trimmy version of the Television set thet gets soapy and busts out into the bright and yellow, orange, and camel hued living room decorum, and makes the woman and the man wade inside it's wake like spagetti lovers at the Boyardi famliy compound.

All the rapes and killin's were aquitted.

Sho theen.

You had to have seen the water afterwards though.

Red.

Like Koool-AideBazoooka Joe stamps and the waxy farm animals and their words of Atmospheric wizdome in the spiral bound ways that make us, me, and those who actually read the fucking Lesile Silko poem, eat our words after the cat made pulp outta them.

We hate that cat.

The one wippo-snappo that makes the NTSC-screens jibble and bounce like all the electric gone back to mr. Gee Eee, and his boy Natural Bob, and the twins who happen to bathe together a'helluva fucking lot and it ain't 'cause they conjoined.

No.

Those ones that conspired to make those dirty tellings true, fell on some pretty big fucking white fences, off roofs and had severe L4, L5 area nerve damaging "uh-oh"(s) in the dewy morning hours, and we aint heard from them now for some time, right Jilly Bay Coppoda?

We sho had some good lovin' the night before last in my trooper wagon. Didn't we hon..ey..pie?

That toe biting was the low point of the evening though.

I don'e advise you do that again. All-Kay? O-right? Goodze bumpkins and the ma joker frins. Go 'head.

Make that face.

I can re-tangle it when you get too far gone. Go 'head. Drink some of that reddy bin zimbooza. We have the cash right now, we do. We DO. Don't listen to that drunktankrentee occu..pant.

He makes the sweat in his sleep and ferments the juice that strains out like a lemony gooey blender drink and hits on all the peetaDragons and DairyQueeens, but mostly the other way around cause he like the tasseee(e), and he like the pay too.

We needa be callin' up Troy-boy at the McLure Law Office in the mornin' anyhow. We see that the Blockbusta on Nineth is tryna rent those odd[and]sick trash rag pictures made when Kennedy was (notLizard)king and that other fat fella was his gf. Oh we heard about all that smaky K, like Product one9 when the orange Agent was all the rage in Amsterdam and SoHo.

We fucked so many girls in the trunks of those kinds of cars.

They recalled most though for the wear and tear that my boys and their bu..DD..ies let into 'um. We don't officially endorse that kind of "excersize", but we do have a few infotaining videos that exclusively instruct on how and, just precisely, when to administer such emotionally hobbling manuvers.

We watch it, we do, and the things that happen next (See Figure 3). The room sometimes breaks into one huge ball of blurry forearms and pearly stripes that noone wants to clean the fuck up after all falls where it may, but you knew that cause you know how them there be; Lazy ass little mama's boys every which one of 'um.

The initial scene doe, we have training videos for that too. Rented out and lost are most of those copies, I'll be the first to tell you; and no, we do not keep receipts or file away a log for reference as to when said video cassette is due back, and if ever, who whould be doing the bringin'. We just hope you do, and don't be 'barrissed when we mock you silly everytime we sees yo ass in post.

(I've yet to bring back uh-cuppole mydamnself.)

I like the faces.

Taut and fervent, and blissful-misty, all on one dual-layered, high resin, shock resistant mugo'joy.

We make photo montages of that kind of thing and post it internet style all over the Godly newsgroup circles.

They love that shit.