promo promise

fabled tomorrow, stuck in her shell of glamour and harpie-lotion
beats furiously at the gossamer teflon -batting protecting the wicked

with less gumption than that of a baby cracking a farty smile,
illustrious in ability to smooth, sooth, and sell rainforests for slabs of christ

the over-promised bombasstick next world i keep hear speak of
deigns to poster itself into a promo appearance

whiff wife and all.
instead of merely retreating witch is the quickest anomaly to ticktivate.

forsooth the wishlesstooth is pulled not thrice but rather dislodged on
implosive advice to succumb on the hikers downstream thumb



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dig in they heels
and peck madly at the shell, hiding the pea, the sun of gold

flabulous misattendance at festive full of no sales

festive----- full of no sales. neither were ales to my avail.
rather elected a quayle to enumerate bleak bails.

masted miser
no wonder you sit in harbor, loitered upon the embarcadero of didn't go

for the show bout fer the fullmind blow.
pensive pirates yo-ho at the flabulous misattendunce.

we create our own hours of misery by the link,
clinked by shank and musty rank

to a dock more of a crock'o dials that wind up bread(
fer the dead: steeping relative in a harbor

of absolute hirsute cute with a side whammy to boot.
lest thee misremember the shredded vendors of

a no sales fleeceing, recall a million person prediction
and the lone shopper mauled by minions of miniaires

the inside sky

the inside sky
is a skeleton
of the away of being

rusty wipers basically salute the rain which mocks them
dabbed at by field rodents
a love nest for the cycle of sun cutting iron thru the grass

taking the elements back
iota by seasonal quaff

what part of eat my fiber doesn't time
standunder capiche???