House Of Avenues (Episode Nineteen

Kid.Dream & his lovers The Twins: Bottle & Tumble:
Kid.Dream: ~YOU GUYS LEFT ME FIDGETING IN SPLINTERY CHAIRS TOO RISKY. GRAVITY MAKES US AGAIN. IT BECOMES RECKLESS.~
TUMBLE: ~ACCELERATING ALL YOUR ATTRACTIONS. YOUR CHANGE PURSE GOT SETTLED AT CLOSING~
Bottle: ~WALKING AWAY FROM LINGERING WHISTLES AND DEVIOUS FOLKS, DRINKS COME EASY ENOUGH. SOUR & NAKED WE'VE BEEN ABLE TO SUFFICE~
the BoyTwins massaged Kid.Dream brimstone falls on the the suburbs warmly. people match disturbing vowels.
Kid.Dream: ~tell me about clouds, big as spaceships, in the back seat.~
Bottle & Tumble: ~eventually, a gentle fortune of wintered remedies. how we've been going I missed sentient kisses.~
the 3 waste no more time. foamy sand speeding childs feral contained FilmSlot signals motion distortion leaping thoughts infernal. Plaster Tilting Echoes Time/emits on occasional threadbare fevers Gushing Textiles. Blind & Sloppy sessions mumbled fantastic.
Kid.Dream: ~What words do I use concerned with you? ALL my hearts of everything decisively contaminated paragraphs. What did it take for us Now? What it didn't happen I missed.~
Bottle: ~So you've had someone get you going. AND all pleasant companies presently removed, I feel ILL DEFINED with residual confessions.~
Kid.Dream: ~THE absence of your sound divided.~
Tumble: ~Brisk! Where do you cry?~
Kid.Dream: ~listed potential may have gotten crossed in the districts I LOVE. I EVER felt your bloodStream, the perpetual concept. I protected my separation, projected common people instead, like when we met dancing frightful & severe. The YOU sequenced, smoldered and pretty SMEAR ourselves on the floor, the wind has grease and schizophrenic stories bulging in our gardens.~
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Cecil Debord: ~How we gaze in cascading epiphinies blooming two spoons of peppermint. waiting ferociously.~
Blinkin' Carla: ~we master symphonies. heralding the DogStar Twin. we the wicked saints under covers. bite enormously. sleepy & mis-shapen.~
Cecil Debord: ~we be the brutish gallery of nobles gathered at mirrors, tossling hair, rank from our tastes. a simple filth!!~
cloudy soldiers of sentimental value. pavement beach swinging midnight stimulants, and the familiar aroma of insomniacs proved their rhyme schemes of heretics new alive. Things in the branches curious & baleful, hopping ghostly in the road. buoyant apperatures. aggregates of Blinkin' Carla she stood, near The Museum Of Typed Marlins, comes a viewer; Suzi Zerø, and gearing the sub-light headings. -We demand in the name of our Saint Of The Most Bodacious Hellaciousness, for freedom Suzi now did kung-fu gripped-kixxx she and Blinkin' Carla, the queens arrested and bent her tasty eagers for the TigerTail, Suzi Zerø and Blinkin' Carla emit merciless body language provocative nails scratches on top covetous trickles fair games for Cecil, be swinging these chix and the pills doing cooing bounces to chug he let-'im tip to your evocatively hipped whiff they and Suzi Zerø incomprehensible.... yet say she got over to a consort for turn-about and fair-plays down at the mouth he pushed mostly in here kinda imaginative if you could plumping furs. The custardy molars of Chief Rumpus where his ventures of slovenly pursuit towards Cecil Debord so far the expensive offenses who you were in this case she found all born to go and impostoring until she caught up with Cecil. so the puckers and fragrance diminutive lisps.... Kid.Dream blithe and raw, he and lovers his boys enrolled by bawling ropes the recipient pummels with gaudy muttering he and The Twins: Bottle & Tumble sweeten the stench harrowing thrusts.... Suzi Zerø and Blinkin' Carla blow this popsicle stand banging gangways with Cecil vials of Hi/TeK they shoot it doing eruptive retinas so the corporeal flux all that more syntax, they pick up a room in entertainment.... but back at it when Kid.Dream obliterated illiterately The Twins, effete dictions, too walled mirrors contained the bedposts surreptitiously profane, scalding disquisitions.... ooh she Thee Zerø verbose guttering, how too do they wail boy who took you, Blinkin' Carla fazed idioms, snatched & squalid dander kissed luscious on thighs Carla hobbled victim tickled fume..... so say The Twins: Bottle & Tumble, so they porno in a haunted house banked-out by Closed Circuit trailers The Kid.Dream wrenched exorcisms spanned the histories of soiled hotels cold hard cash, White Hot Black Magique, turn to reach the swallowing gashes ><><><>swarthy she be deliquescing her body marks tied and trite tremble the simmering vulgarisms, Chief Rumpus tazed her skin his boots ribbing the pinched expressions flecks of cough syrup spittle><><><><><><><><><><>< Kid.Dreams parlor tricks virtuous on the western soundtrack rough housing, whiskey blinded, blotched boxershorts he feels their callouses under the waistband fumble with his boxers and he grits when punctured><><> They balk and scar the flagellated romping danking a sour grotto bled from the whips and yelps shrinking clotted fingernails she pulls the choker tautly and crams him good the lasses digged that pinky and the pasty tan lines expiring tickles wrangled those ankles those humid sheets wristing cuffs cupped on the lungeing collars foisted the punishing sighs their shucking roars against the window pane droplets magnify the chlorinated hues they respirate desperate promises pulverizing the furniture with uncouth hearts pounding and draining stenching trenches stargazers sticking their glitz her mounding spine shocked they gawk and twine terse sculptures the coupling leopards roast distinctly. They go pleasy resting like sleepy wolves, Cecil gets picaresque dillies in addled hemispheres a big dreaming to boast.... ~god's goat head oracle glossolalialating prophecy crowned the vine and madness in the hearth the table tops get fascist, but, tiny stairs led to the presidents estate, a grand ball indeed Mr. Buzzles! And shall the media sway the lips speak on holiday? Could be the C.I.A. and HAARP the domino theory must've protected our mellifluous children so the corner meant to be a box that can fit infinity and in the corridors stalks filthy cabinets but ink dries faster than plaster of Paris, and the Rockettes get hot this year a manifesto forthcomes! Soggy smoke in the providence of monarchs a ransom of coffee grounds needed to delay infractions. Cumbersome we hear on the bathroom radios-"everyone forgot the word "Harbinger" for 15 minutes on the 23rd of October 1993", they can't end the world because nothing has happened splendid panoramics pass from my gramophone pandas not in one or so much i'm done on my own NO! i got big sights! another Morning Star, i got big rights! Atonal vibes orchestrated by governors. Porous grafts who wound protagonists upright from the last dying wish of our Holy. "Damn-Color-Me-Darling" i thought she said her name, all eyes suffocate awesome. Those who printed a vatican, the pajamas began to coagulate only cuz the most likely word and it never heard desire so clearly how to bite sequential theory she does mash-ups of Fibbonacci beats for the scale of imaginary numbers cross fading the 0~