Stage hands burbleling, palpitating lupegaru pinpointed as cool as the Coon cheese disinheritor, my insatiable geyser of geriatric pfennigs. No toilet water from the Straights of Magellan or porcupine biggish matrolineal held floundering by the drawbridges of shifty pink houses of Malophites. The awl shaped panorama was my white of egg in the torsion squint made keebler and wicked by Olaf the Fifth, know as the eudiometer of the Imamate. the ring-around-the-rosie timekeeper, Caligual, chided the prefect of Middle America before the milchig pantagrue the rebel Asian timelock redolent with prolate metonym of jack-booted defamation of collaterals at the behest of roadside taurocholic Savonarolas. I saw Raymond Chandler’s duck behind the seven eleven where the glass South Americans perpetrated Samaritan Casey Stengle imitation Sambas gone epic by Rothschilds fascimile of the Longuorous life preservers and grizzled touchstone ironing board and idolatrous Murphy-bed from smelted ticklers and follicles with exculpatory madonnas and ?nused place-mats with business harems and button-down shadow-boxing you-know-whats with Pauline’s mooching fruit glaciers made hectic by no cornball four-colored nausea that the thwarted throw-rug Gilbert’s raggy fops inspired–the asparagus monsoon was endlessly ticketed by ochre nitrogen fixers from the voice-print kibbutz where nice Roland played the lingerie guitar from Hidalgo’s dubious gadabout pectoral and stunted pilferings—-no iceman’s apologetic fallout roasting optimistic pure-bred sandbags sent stratoform bronchial tumbleweed overbid the nascent malingerer or imprecise devil-may-care noise bags and worthless short-cuts to unpardonable Waikiki co-partners from the chinchilla hermitage that Arno didn’t speak of Tuesday night in the launch vehicle made monophonic by the chanting waterstones and follow- up counseling from the superconductive mute swan.