where heathens' sable sidelines crucifixes revenue tables toxicity
rupturing peacocks with cardigan cliques handedly slighted seedlings

ennui fluid ashen their cares of sand
ruse ulcers live, hear stalls of yelp
willpower rolling necklaces over eyeliners sadly tubes disappear
as serial fauna shies
lacking trash - wort wood stare
succinctly toadying
organ monkey crudeness

aperçu mites braid street stanzas formulated hats flounder
following looting swollen shrouds
ribaldry entombment hastens backsides
sickly engagement pilfers paradox
rakes snake over politics
tongue tails tulips
a circumference of quails
xööp ya'ü eüsqe!!!

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Mediterranean seasonal dactyl dropped

Mediterranean seasonal dactyl dropped by Taras Takakashi Hypermodual  Dadaist Journal of Hyperbolic Transcendence and Existential Masques Mediterranean seasonal dactyl dropped during the messianic …

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Dadaist Poem: Parable~ the meaning of the word moon (Ps01/^seg)

Work of art – the meaning of the word moon   He understood that the muse was talking about art. The library is outside the realm of nuclear worship and magical hallucinations. Depicted i…

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Dadaist Poem: Honegativey’s wopriatey’s worship

sNufPfy Internegative ~?^01 & destropriate Negat marry – Honegativey’s wopriatey’s worship.   purgabout mility man ind borive Shof humibrary Appropproprilosophy of hiloso…

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The #Dadaist Town Crier proclaims:

Hear Yes! Hear No!
Hear Yea! Yeah Yeah!
Howls the deal -
The philosophy of the library
there are no virgin honey penguins
found in the bathroom -
they rise and vanish, an oblivious ghost,
shadows of life, whose very souls lost,
When the inmate stirs, the birds retire discreetly
From the window-ledge, whereon they whistled sweetly

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K15TPPjTScM

Tristan Tzara sings The Song of a Dadaist (1920)

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Dry Oevius was sick and ate wild tremolo -
quick glancing landscapes brings minds -
the light and the smell of water
the distant mountains in egg whites ~
like a stone in an eternal well
of croaking spiders.

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Dark my oi'piasz enfolds and chokes the slinking wild -
slowly turning to sign invokes herbage rank and icicles on far-stretching shore -
by my violent run seemed fungus fugue,
which madness has defiled -
madness has defiled.

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Doi Ri-Played Words
So
"Ri-Played Re"

It's inevitable,
They see Voodoo.

Says -
It's like "Wee Wee Wee WOO_WAHI!!".

I told myself I forgot to get changed.
I sing and play Ah'hippo and Dor'oieoz -
I think it's at home.

Forget about the porridge and the genuflection -
It's okay.

I was laughing and people were laughing too.
I forgot about Voodoo.

I've met famous people who practice dogwood dancing -
I don't blame myself for forgetting my homework. That's a meatball soliloquy.

But Ark blimp boo-boo is interested in good deadwood -
I call it Vampire Voot-doors and a groat.

I forgot the most important thing -
I stole it and talked to a nice person.
It was heart-breakingly amazing -
Like a good port!

A grifter's hand is an empty glove - holes in the air lead to empty words and broken ashtrays full of hyperbole
oatmeal.
BYE!
BYE!
While Quantities LAST!!

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Sunscreen and all those tomato-like bits on your water heater start to damage your patio and protect your air and shoes. Buttercup wouldn't be as good without her. Ante is back. Thanks to robots and cute things, a new shoe has been created called Ve Pom. Something like melted ice slid through space and touched the robot and its equipment. By blocking sunlight, pancakes and crowbars didn't know he was back - it was Missouri. The ego can't find any evidence that it was. Snow blew down a deserted graveyard lane, 100 miles west of the wind – a road between nothing, Zero light behind it, like sunscreen in a city or shop set to Earth and Warm Skin filter - something circular and turquoise that's going to get messed up, “Free thinking -Stop it, while quantities last”. This is a small cake in a dusty hole full of satire and silk lavender gloves from Labrador.

In the brez ini
these spro ini
A v ine

- From, Chapter Fnord23, Heaters and Other Appliances
(this book belongs to the fire department)

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Biochemistry has a generation of devils who want to tempt translators. Like all whale skin, Eggs and Potatoes teaches about the Devil and the Potash Temple Rug. All whales reproduce using wage theft and comet tails. The whale who threw away all its eggs is a big bird with an avocado. Dug kegs in the Herbal Sequence Shop - Herbs fall in the rain of tranquility dreams as an acorn switched on a patronized fruit

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