Published in the illustrated book of the same name, by Git yer socks outta my washer pressWhere's my: Trudge Dada?!My crab grass is giving me fits!: Created 9/3/98. Also published in book form by Git yer socks outta my washer press
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another tree a temptress flies in a gully of simple sully exiting the bar found them wilted gummed thats my verb In plumped plums scurry back lil' jack of box my love towards a gully of sodium sour shadow dripping skyward curling she waivered with the plumb the rind the pork too quickly they thought he had opened the gut nitrous crossed love in king ludds palace disoriented but fulla hope Honey my sweet, lust of bland rinds sweet industry, one rounder down pork in gully, one rounder down and then in a moment of canned laughter, foulness arose from the set of teeth yellow fins of tin cutting the waters edge with rusted beats she coaxed the fish out, saw it's silvery eye confused little boy as fast as rounder bound the last one ditched the tine of forks beats cutting beats in half coy on the street, sleeping bag full of rinds rushed toward the organic nature of steel and her mothers hips sunken in shallow waters rushes towards cutting beets the tattered cap tossed delighted fools got springered in the background far bounder the last past wedge of cheese failed to come with me stole in the grill by a lb. of ground rinds running to find that the eggs had hatched, crack, crack. Participants: I angst l: rushes Eardrumbuz: foulness Orko57: temptation Stocker4: plumbing NHennies: dolphin spurt Dadanoise: porkrinds I big b l: signals
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