Glargle
blabble blobble
blick bloppy bluefrog and jumpin
dark lark toonglows
morpid wrapped cruppid
dang jang muppins
and sumpins about to blow
jig din loogie
and mak so choogie
no low flow go
me don’t go too
and mew mew mew
nein jigs no klooken
mien looken and clude
tooken
nooken nooken brooken
por la se pronto and
who you talkin to?
jung listna von claren sie blisters
and listerine is good for the fro
you fro? no. me joe.
zimp
bing a bong a bing bing bong binger
chalmshift to lesser miffs
claim no drifts sponsored by peerodontry
these are words of whiffdom
dibble dabble dabble dibble
bless us one and all
may our circumstances
betray our fall
yes
it’s a good day to fall
so take your places and tear your brain
rip it into little pieces
let no shred of your pretenses remain
i believe all of you can be made risible
stick it into a full bottle, cork it
save it til the year 2073
bibble babble nabble croy
each and every one of yoy
norm shlunky was prowling his usual prowl one night when a boom bah
jum
nunky
dung
crung
mah jong
long
bong
dong
the one legged pirate
and his parrot
some flunky bit part parrot named mel
were
jelling as a latter day comedy team when tragedy struck and this story was never told
until now
but alas tragedy has struck again and the author is dead.
don’t worry. this company has alternate authors
and being brought to you now
in fine form if not any kind of technicolor is this sad sad but beautiful and tender story of
love and seaweed.
don’t be late
get a date
it’s going to be grand
it’s going to have sand
lots of it
lots of sand
and sand is good
yes
sand is good
it’s oh so good
it’s good it’s sand
it’s oh so good
they’re throwing sand on the floor.
special pomp a social romp and you and i are through the door
there’s a show on. it’s full of la di da la di di di
we’ll drive our coupe de ville
and power the curves on sunset
all the way up from the ocean
until we reach the beverly hills
ooh it gives me chills
to know we’ll soon be in beverly hills
because once we reach west hollywood
we’re gonna see that billboard, baby
that billboard baby, baby baby baby
drink chivas?
frazzim bam jippen
and we’re just trippin
pond lickin vam bap jazzim prap.
shine muckers and pun tuckers
shun cluntillers and lazy genre grillers oh me oh my i’m a gonna die
live for this and this and that and what and that and more?
oh, clive. don’t talk so somber. don’t be so gomber so nomber so gauche. fray lay paisley lot more core the hotly hot. looky here see near so much and far and free. it’s de-lovely it’s poofy and plot. it’s mighty mighty wavy arms and flinging through the brie. it’s knocky knocky knocky crumpily and lovely as a gee. it’s me, clive, it’s me.
i know, dear. i love you and it and the tendrils and the tree. i love you all the more than valentines to a 4 year old. i love you i love you. i love you. but i must go down this smacky brave and brace for the purse lursin cursin sin.
no, clive, mustest you go?
i must, dear. i’m made for the corwyn jaborrin
the locky jocky glock key
the flock follows me
i’ve a humped up bother pored
and lored with destiny
i’ve got john blonde jisly and crissly who de le who
i’ve met missly and tender fender presslys
and shondered every gree
i’ve mondered
and i’ve rondered
but i never glondered down a knee
not to come hinkly and david brinkley
into some oedipus tea
i’ve laundered some fine clothing
and i’m in bed before 3
damn, girl. youda thought i was some flapjammle jean for likely fuckin flamble
well, i’m not
and i don’t appreciate the impickation. the snickeration the causy causy nest egg ertation!
i’m not some tool, bitch. i’m a real human type conglomeration jirraap fan blanchbation.
i’m a nick nick nick nick indians. that’s me.
