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Always bound to be

MISCELLANEA

 

Indulge with Navon in quirKy,

uncategorizable pleasures,

namely, whoknowswhat word ways:

weird wirings, hot humored, may be bro-

ken, perhaps too clever, ore, p'raps (K)not....

 

Such As Sentenses, Found, Chanced, Sentics &

 

More anon....

 

 

 

 

 

​"STING" (A SPELL)A SENTENSE: OF MOONDOOM DECREES Lorenzo Denzo’s gut is cheesetrying way too hard to pleasethose who mock and shock and sneezecutting children at their kneesby little brittle dark degreesas angels also sadly wheezesince hearts with no hearts surely freezeand heroes find their young strength fleesbowing low as sultry treeswho watch as tyrants then appeaseother tyrants with foul briesthe opposite of holy cheesewith brains drained as unripened peasour hopes dead swaying in dead breezeand doctors hoarding all the keysto the rooms of healing for high feesyes all of this Lorenzo seesand his nothing shadow quite agreeswhile waxen women wanly teasewith honey tongues as sharp as beesevery curse from a’s to zeesnothing from this torment freesyes death the devil just hee heesyou and me and we and shesoh please oh please oh please oh pleaseerase all thesemoondoom decreescries Lorenzo whose gut is cheeseunhealed by tibetan teason life’s late stormy choppy seasoh jeeze  (rhymE schEmE  E E E E E . . . i E all E’s) ROTATIONS: HAPPINESS INTO ECSTASY &... HAPPINESS INTO ECSTASY&... SIMPLICITY INTO FANTASY The birds are singingThe sun is shiningThe sky is clear & (o so) blue The sun is singingThe sky is shiningThe birds are clear & (o so) blue The sky is singingThe birds are shiningThe sun is clear & (o so) Blue: all the birds now