Sunday, August 12, 2012

text || John Pursch



Blech!


Weetabix fir an ionic wilderness, bland matted barley crone, colliding heath shorn apostolic tote bungee whistles. Eyes herd lantern quantities, Inchon tea bag succotash crinkles, frogging hexed mercantile cloud veins, sinuous ant bespangled. Felt to oblong eateries, coping addled pits, tawny roadsters earned outer peapod bodices, hindering Ithaca’s soothing ice raft potion. Lowered hinges freckled a withered gaffer’s lifting spire, unanimous in leeward trumpery, called for salacious triune blaze commanders, filching cellophane treks. Hatch dynamics curdle bots of throbbing Rolodex sedation, splashing coma ranters into woven animosity, randomized for sirens. Shift early undeciphered bills to marrow’s thimble mighty treats, fistulae be darned in feature sheen, kissing garland hectares, homeostatic in charitable winks. Ichthyosaurs demote a Pringle’s commissary greyhound, fronting furtive manes, spreading deeply gated crazy wafts to extirpate a bubbled yen. Elfin Datura vanity’s annual scouring glut, seminal and opulently crass. Hordes ensue in ursine unction, blistering effluvial lasers, swooping for Bakelite handholds. “Blech!” cheroot maneuvered engines, wholly ogled via routine facial tracts, spawning baited ego liners. Chafing roan Danes, crusty chasms turn two-handed Auckland onside clover, welding microbial cavemen to a spelunker’s maiden ham, weathering the auld cropper. Jingles check up sister ankh mache, kiting poled shekels indie mowing omelet.

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