a study toward sonnet #1,559 by FisherKingKQJ

(The following sonnet and tri-via-logue are
restricted to persons eighteen years and over.
Any resemblance to characters would be coincidental.)
(The whole virtual environment is fictional, having
been created by hash, three alphabet blocks in a dice
cup, referred to here as a Babel.)
(The forum of the Electric Eel Bar and Dance on the
occasion of Vujotsu and Nazo's black pearl
wedding and renewal of vows.)
(Best man, Velepeci Y, precinct chief, croons.)

How I snapped you up, a last girl standing,
Pretty curved, with legs plumb, no baloney,
Total stranger, set piece mind expanding-
Care of kind plainclothes detective crony.
Soon your name will suffer sur rebranding-
I've scoured your census tree, found no phony
Double dealing certificates, I'm landing
Lady good stock, built this side of boney.
You're not my aunt, nor a country cousin,
Nor a sister's nor a brother's daughter,
Nor some namesake nabbed for car manslaughter,
Nor a flame, grand dad's ex wives dozen.
Till you there was a don't you dare touch list,
Together we shall march on, make one fist.

(Chorus)

o list
o column
o row

Velepeci Y - Can I read out the telemessages
of congratulation? From the witness protection
program, secret witness D. 'Your chemistry has
a secret ingredient called love.' From Mehetelo
City Correctional Facility. 'Just the beginning
of a perfect romance. See you in forty years.'

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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

a study toward sonnet #1,558 by FisherKingKQJ

That spark of search in your eyes is a rush,

Kinetic, static sourced electric, draws

My love like dust to amber, ample cause

For rapture, tributary obvious crush.

I doubted what I felt at first, warm blush

In earlobes tingling, hackles stood applause,

Trace elements in your twin lobe brain laws

Of themselves powdered platinum, gold, flush.

Your tattoos pastel bioluminesce at night,

They're corals clearly warped by muscle waves,

I love your retro lantern candlelight,

My heart a heart to heart inwardly craves.

You escalate thin arctic strings to stars,

My suit eyes million many track your cars.

(Chorus)

o stars

o blazes

o fires

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(This trivialogue is restricted to eighteen years and over.)
(Any resemblance to characters would be coincidental.)
(Draft for part 2 of the dinosaur bones mix and match
scene.)
(Professor Grenouille and Professor Wakimojo point at
the tail tip of a hybrid carnivore dinosaur with laser pointers.
Cindy pushes back up a cane toad leatherette bikini strap
to wise guy wolf whistles. The floor's laser pointers home in
on the dinosaur's eye.)
Wiseguy 1 - What are you looking at?
Wiseguy 2 - That'll fix your cornea.
Grenouille - Please, gentlemen. Allow professor
Wakimojo to continue on his hypothesis.
Wakimojo - We've established that dinosaur had two heads,
one to eat proto-crocodiles and the other to watch its arse,
so as not to be eaten by its own, the skink like tail regrown
as fodder insurance.
Grenouille - We'll dissect an out and out hypocrite later in the
session, a piece of Victoriana made of concrete, the tasteless
sort of piece so and so Stonefish collects.
Wiseguy 1 - Bring back the guillotine!
Wiseguy 2 - Tiens!
Wiseguy 3 - Say not to the precinct black museum extension!
Wakimojo - First slide, Mindy my dear. Now, this diagram shows
exactly how to hash limitless funding for archaeological
digs and country villas from government coffers. There are
three heads, three tails and three legs.
Grenouille - Three times three times three equals twenty seven
combinations hashed from that skeleton alone.
Zutjou - I get that part, but what about the pointy spikes and
armour scales? These could be exposed by the scientific
community as too particular.
Wakimojo - We're lizard deity agnostic, here. Stonefish believes
they were for brutal duels and merciless predation, as the lizard god
whom he adores was a cold intellectual.
Vujotsu - But we believe the lizard goddess whom we admire
created them in the triassic period on a whim - who else could
be so frivolous? Perches for butterflies to sun themselves on.
All hollow bluff to keep trouble at a distance.
Cindy - Peace for all!
Mindy - Half baked is sound home economics!
Grenouille - Next slide, if you please. It's gentleman farmer
Tyrranosaurus Rex harvesting tail and junior head from a
co-operating herbivore in a limestone bole. The models are
by one Soichi, a first rate counterfeiter my sources tell me.
Cindy - Don't be shy, Soichi!

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(This trivialogue and verse are restricted to

eighteen years and over. Any resemblance to

characters is purely coincidental.)

(Mehetelo City, the black pearl wedding

reception continued.)

(Mindy and Cindy croon a duet).

Their lifestyle block shed was sweet and loud a-buzz

With fruit flies, tine stroked black wool fuzz

Rolled onto polished coolibah tree planks

As black sheep were fleeced, ready back and flanks.

The sharp tines zapped with ease across each ewe,

The ewe eyes were a purest water blue,

The buzz of current powered titanium shears

Enhanced the buzz of hornets to happy ears.

Retired hairdressers dabbled, oohed and aahed,

Their tarboy whitewashed wounds, and worked so hard

Jumbuck gelled cicatrice, own bitumen,

For grog, smokes, glossy girlie mags now and then.

(Chorus)

o bitumen

o metal

o paving

Vujotsu - Encore!

Nazo - Encore!

Vujotsu - The girls are affiliate buskers of the gang now,

will supplement the eyes and ears we have on the streets

of Mehetelo City, already.

Nazo - Show us your bioluminescent tattoos, Mindy and

Cindy.

Vujotsu - The rotten borough needs an image makeover,

its hard to get staff these days because there are so

many ponzis going on, and women are by nature deeper

and more sophisticated. We have to adjust to the times,

or perish.

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a study toward sonnet #1,557 by FisherKingKQJ

(The following sonnet and trivialogue are restricted

to eighteen years and over.)

(Any resemblance to characters is purely coincidental.)

(Mehetelo City, a fictional geothermal coastal

metropolis somewhere in south east Asia, the

Electric Eel Bar and Dance on the occasion of the

black pearl wedding and vow renewal between

Vujotsu and Nazo.)

Beachcombing Crazy Larrikin

Cindy - I don't know any poi tunes, so I can't have

been paying attention in social studies. But here's an

Abo dreamtime spiritual I picked up off Mindy when

she was too long in the shower. Kay-oh, okay,

orchestra. One, two, didgeridoo...

(Croons.)

One crazy tie dye, beachcombing larrikin

There was a surfer, manly mannequin,

Who salvaged scuppered - a cricket blazer,

Rusty remnants, ancient toasted tazer.

One dune sift, unbeknown, said he stuck up

A juror, thieving togs and thermal cup,

Shoved him on to fatso streaking fitter

Back to base, to certain nervous titter.

One stranded pilot whale on, six bailiffs

On camels padded close, no butts or spliffs,

Noosed beachcomber larrikin, hey bingo,

Animal control rod deadset dingo.

Midday siesta sorry time to loiter,

Thermal mug, its togs worth reconnoiter.

(Chorus)

o loiter

o drift

o walkabout

Nazo - Crikey!

Vujotsu - Bonzer!

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a study toward sonnet #1,556 by FisherKingKQJ

(This sonnet and attendant trivialogue are

restricted to eighteen years and over.)

(The characters are fictional and any resemblance

is purely coincidental.)

(Mehetelo City. On the occasion of Vujotsu

and Nazo's black pearl wedding anniversary

and renewal of vows, the forum of the

Electric Eel Bar and Dance.)

Cindy - This is a little modern number, called

a sonnette, I learnt from my younger brother

a few nanoseconds after his voice broke. Mindy

will be doing the girlie harmonies.

Mindy - That's me you're looking at.

Nazo - Bravo!

Vutjosu - Bravo!

(Cindy croons.)

Stray dingo butts the tucker chilly bin

On my ute flat deck, for cane toad paste begs,

I reminisce a touch of Lauren's legs,

Smooth, firm and shapely, light tanned, thin.

I think about the brown snake's moulted skin,

Organic prophylactic sock for pegs,

The billabong dry beds down to dregs,

The kookaburra coolibah shrill din.

I'll write Lauren my romantic ditty,

Electric fences fobbed off music staves,

Golf clubs crotchets swung, tinny, gritty,

Above par, under par, in flyblown waves.

Mine cast an open hole in one, me scratch,

And Lauren laughing, perfect match.

(Chorus)

o scratch

o knight

o zero

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The Underworld Steamboat of Vutjosu Zelabe

Watch your friend earn a million dollars!

Paid work for everyone else!

Courtesy of the Punters' Union

SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

a study toward sonnet #1,555 by FisherKingKQJ

(The following sonnet, verse and trivialogue are

restricted to eighteen years and over. The characters

are fictional and any resemblance would be

coincidental.)

(Pt two of trivialogue between Monsieur le Duc

Stonefish and the manicurist. He croons in colours

red, green, blue.)

Man created beasts, out of his crude incest,

With body odour, one assembled smudge,

They're busted new world monkeys at their best

And mites on fleas at worst, a bludger's bludge.

I still do family trees, court request,

Descent determine, psychopaths safe fudge,

So punks like poor Crybaby get their rest

Or sleep, two sweet things guilty thoughts begrudge.

Grab all is a gunny sack of faeces,

Each was meant to screw his very species,

Evolve, devolve, cod alien life forms true,

Mongoloid mosaics, diminished twins, you.

Men can't see other worldly copyright,

When royals fly up, turn gods, second sight.

(Chorus)

o copyright

o licence

o property

(Stonefish kneels, hands clasped in prayer, eyes

closed, face mudpack still on, the cigar butt hanging

from the corner of his mouth.)

Silver crowned and silken turban'd twister,

Lizard god, you married swell, a sister,

Fast tracked evolution-devolution,

You blew loose from dinosaur pollution,

To you my true obedience, my love, I troth,

Mongoloid mosaic human rights my oath;

And likewise, although less wise I look,

I want to heave the horrid end time hook.

Stonefish - The moon shall be called

New Mongolia, after my left hand asassin

Uku, the mosaic mongoloid.

Manicurist - Strange that the moon so far,

has no name at all, except moon.

Stonefish - Even fleas have their geniuses. I saw

one at a dogflea circus pulling a wheeled chuck wagon.

The others dragged Aztec, Mayan and Toltec sleds.

Manicurist - They didn't have the wheel, but

they had a castor football. Lacquer to

harden your claws, Monsieur le Duc Stonefish?

Stonefish - In what way is Toshiro the geriatric

better than me?

Manicurist - I haven't the foggiest.

Stonefish - Our tarts are bustier, leggier, more

accommodating, our musicians are edgier,

play till they drop, we serve the latest

craze Lusean barbecued puffer fish in

chocolate sauce.

Manicurist - That's just the first page of the list.

Stonefish - I keep a hive of killer bees under

my thumb with Lusean barbecue smoke,

columns of army ants, too, for culling stray pets.

His precious blow flies are no match.

Our cigar and cigarette fumes kill fleas and

gut parasites, his steam wrinkles age old

endangered turtles and tortoises for the palate.

Have you seen his men on street corners in

steamcleaned suits scratching their flea bitten

arses?

Manicurist - They're a swaggering joke. But,

as you've often said, the rat seeks out the cat.

Stonefish - Let the symbiotic brain parasite stand

referee between us and them. No, Toshiro and Yoshio

won't be landing lucky punches. I'm going to live in a

parallel universe with my harem with not a

worldly care. Mad professor Kookikreedo,

my personal scientist, much more eccentric

and clever than their loony Professor Wakimojo,

can't save the world from self destruction, so no

one can.

Manicurist - Your rocket strapped to a bullet train

and aimed at the corona of the setting sun will

have to do, Monsieur le Duc Stonefish.

Professor Kookikreedo is the reason I'm slim

that side of ideal. His nicoccino machine

infomercials on cable channel 88 Two Fat Ladies

changed my life. I sip coffee-nicotine frappes

and look at all my foldaway treadmills and

think, poor lab mouse, what were you thinking?

Stonefish -Burnt chicory and toasted barley ash

are the secret ingredients. Shoddy has less calories.

But you didn't hear it from me.

Manicurist - Your mistress is so lucky, Monsieur

le Duc Stonefish.

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a study toward sonnet #1,554 by FisherKingKQJ

(Characters are fictional, any resemblance coincidental.)
Restricted diary entry to eighteen years and over.)

(Mehetelo City. The Nudibranch Nudie Bar
private function room. Monsieur le Duc
Stonefish sits on a lounger, a beach towel
round his waist, wears a mud pack facial, a
female manicurist in a one piece leopard
print swimsuit sharpens his nails into
points with an emery board. He puffs
a Dacen stogie and nibbles at Loesoep
smoked puffer fish poison dart hors d'oeuvre,
alternately. He croons.)

Bad world busted, gone to guy fawkes blazes,
I shan't wait round till the outrageous end,
To worlds tucked parallel blue prints expend,
Rocket landed there, just one man lazes.
Epidemics, wars and cuffs are crazes,
And overpopulation ought but trend,
I loathe Man, whom parasites defend,
Whom black sheep tar in thicket mazes.
With carbon credit trades I'll fix to loot
Across borders that dissolve in barter,
Legal tender burn, red tape nonstarter,
Fill tank and harem, cash out quick, I'll scoot.
I'll toil fourth, fifth, yes, sixth heaped up helping,
Leave Mother Earth's scrap to scabby yelping.

(Chorus)

o helping
o cut
o portion

Stonefish - This Monsieur le Duc Stonefish won
his titles at the blackjack and crapshoot tables?
Manicurist - A poor but compulsive minor
French nobleman, told by Stonefish the dice
were loaded, the cards marked, lost his ruffled
white silk shirt to him nonetheless. Ancient history.
Stonefish - It's not a crime to be ugly and make the
most of your looks.
Manicurist - I reckon.
Stonefish - Self knowledge is power.
Manicurist - If you say so, Monsieur le Duc
Stonefish.

SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

a study toward sonnet #1,553 by FisherKingKQJ

My consciousness lit, snugly set on top
Of each white optic nerve, each held a hatch
Of white blind spot to where the sun could patch
White burning blindness, respects full stop.
The hatch in gate, through which might hop
A wicket humoured wizard whirred, drop latch
By padlock, hinge on grate and grail crosshatch,
Atlantean scripts in columns upward flop.
From day one through bubble's bible's babel,
Scaled clusters, trick, trice, true, tri-via, track, truck,
Squared off syn-dex, dex-sign, rolled dice cube luck,
I've sought god, goad, guide, dog, no art dabble.
Thanks for that cross dictionary entry,
Old Atlantis' shaman starman sentry.

[At Babel it was decided that English be
written from the left, Arab from the right,
Chinese from the downward...and Atlantean,
a lost language, from the upward.]

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 entry
o $10,000,000 cap
o $10,000,000 lid

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Assertive Atlantic, and Peaceful Pacific

I read a world map which informed at once

With obvious things, I dithered, quite the dunce,

That Pacific, not peaceful, savage dread,

This Atlantic, not assertive, water tread;

Atlantis waged a civil nuclear war

Against its satellite the moon, of yore,

It struck to smithereens, all odds stacked,

Left dusty water crater deep uncracked.

The moon endured a paltry, spin less peace,

Atlantis sank from view on canon cease.

SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

a study toward sonnet #1,552 by FisherKingKQJ

(Any resemblance to these fictional characters
is purely coincidental.)

(Mehetelo City, the Electric Eeel Bar and Dance
on the occasion of the pearl wedding anniversary
and renewal of vows. Crooned by Jack.)

Miyu - Do we get a number from the youthful
military intelligence agent Corporal Jack?
Toshiro - Of course, Miyu is only half joking.
Miyu - Something about a handsome boy in uniform -
our youngest is at boarding school.
Toshiro - That's my dear Miyu.
Cindy - Don't be nervous.
Miyu - You've practised, I believe.
Toshiro - A round of applause for bravery. Women
are such sharp observers.
Jack - This is a little sonnet number I learnt
during a gap year hitch hiking Thoroughfare 88.
They were a lovely Mexican family on the way
to God knows where, versed in our dixie yankee
ways.
Mindy - Get on with it.
Cindy - You can do it. Pardon his kanji.

A wiggle past me could pass well for rub,
Hair frizzed by overwash and cap askew,
A lost and lonesome look and yet no snub
In your eyes downcast drowsy, something new.
He broke your heart; on hold, you're still the hub
Of my own heart, its mode parallax die cue;
I'll heal your hurt, and blot out his weird flub;
My name on trembling tight lips yours, rings true.
I might've piped how once he was a player,
Knowing him well, greeting you by sign on sight;
I fell in love by eavesdrop, layer by layer,
And laugh by laugh, couldn't take further flight.
Sad chick, sit on my knee, fine-tune some time,
And kiss me cosy, I pine, yes, we chime.

(Chorus)

o time
o period
o spell

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(This dialogue is restricted to 18 years and over. Any resemblance is
purely coincidental.)
(Mehetelo City. The roof of a high rise apartment where Cindy and
Mindy have taken a lift to view the panorama of the fictional splendid
Asian city. An oriental girl sits on the ledge, dressed in a jumpsuit and
strapped in a pack.)

Cindy - Don't do it! Loved ones who're left behind will
cry all day long!
Mindy - Stop! You could survive wheelchair bound in
complete agony year in year out!
Cindy - Your millstone is overpopulation!
Girl - What? You gave me such a jolt I nearly flubbed the

jump. Who are you?
Cindy - She's a language interpreter.
Mindy - She's a tourist-cum-hostess.
Girl - And I'm a bridges, aerials, spans and earth jumper.
A low level parachutist. Night time is safest.
Mindy - We thought you were going to, you know-
Girl - See that building across the way, that little fake
balcony, well, my best friend did herself in from there a
year ago, but in the final analysis we were alike as a bean
and a pea in the same pod.
Cindy - What a fantastic panorama.
Girl - If you say so.
Mindy - It's surreal. Can you point out some of the tourist
hotspots?
Girl - That flashy place down there is the Nudibranch Nudie Bar
and Fertility Clinic owned by crime boss Lord Stonefish.
Cindy - It's just a speck. We've been past.
Mindy - I didn't realise it was so close to the rotten borough
high tech art commune warehouses.
Cindy - We may or may have not have met that fake
French aristocrat.
Mindy - We may or may not have been told on no account to
address him as Lord, but to chat directly, sweetly and
ladylike with no handles. As he won his minor titles at the
craps table from an impoverished blueblood, 1000th in line for
the French crown, absolute ruler of four acres of pasture, with
a set of loaded dice and a pack of marked cards.
Girl - You know, he started out as a street thug with a sideline
in geneaology. The family trees always stopped abruptly at
a major crook. Money for old rope. He got into that gang as a
freelance scab, through the backdoor, there have been rumours.
Cindy - We hang out at the Electric Eel Bar and Dance, the
atmosphere is less impersonal we hear.
Girl - But it's not as good. The incentive is not there. Girls dance
in rashes and cellulite sometimes, the musicans hold back for
themselves a bit. At the Nudibranch Bar, anyone less than perfect

gets a beating from Uku-san, Lord Stonefish's favourite assassin.

Mindy - What's the decor like? Does the rival have a theme?
Girl - Oh, yes. Mayan or Aztec, with a great mural of the sun as
a backdrop. The theme is an acid rain forest. The musicians
pipes are molded from conquistador gold, and when they finish a
rapturous fourth encore, they plug the said gold pipe holes with old
tokes and fire fugu tipped darts around the dining tables. Ducking
under a tablecloth was not my glass of white gelatine sake. Not
at all. I'm not saying don't try.
Cindy - There must have been a street war.
Girl - Lord Stonefish and the Octopus are from different generations,
the Electric Eel was the Octopus' first night club, the Nudiebranch
Nudie Bar and Fertility Clinic is Lord Stonefish's latest.

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a study toward sonnet #1,551 by FisherKingKQJ

(This sonnet is restricted to readers eighteen years old
and over. The characters are fictional and any resemblance
is purely coincidental.)

(Mehetelo City. Yoshio and the occasional whore duet,
sitting either side of a king size waterbed, facing away
from each other. Yoshio has shaved a bald spot on top
of his head, grown a moustache to disguise himself.
Very 'shy', he has done 'it' rather hurriedly, with only his
tie and jacket off. He talks in a tremulous,
conspirational whisper-croak.)

(Duet crooned.)

Occasional whore -
My husband humoured me off our real stash
Through happy years ahead of stock careens-
Expensive parties chock-a-block with hash,
Fast cars, two homes, and skintight, stylish jeans.
But now I bite my lip, and my teeth gnash-
Reposession and then foreclosure scenes-
Tearfully now I hook, own nought but trash,
The debt collector knocks, and due sums gleans.

Yoshio-
You're sentimental, dear, the saddest chick,
And you'd guess that she's one chronic cripple,
Leukaemia clocked, knocked inverted nipple,
Else bore a bifida some three inch thick.
This note over Yichi's way, all tender,
Flaunt him, move past yourself, self amender.

Whore - How might I thank you? I can take the
children up north and begin once more.
Yoshio - Kiss my bald spot and comb over.
Whore - You're some kind of sugar daddy, that much
I know. What's your name? I'd rather not know.
I'd rather not. Invisible lemon juice, last of line
typewriter ribbon, or pasted mash up, I'd
rather not know.
Yoshio - All you have to do is be Yichi's bitch
for two or three days. I know that he's a show off and talks macho,
but he only beats his women if they try suffocate him.
Whore - And he is handsome in a conventional way.
Yoshio - That's my doll. Now, one more kiss on the comb over
before I run to the office in downtown Mehetelo.
Whore - Don't people ever stop working?

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a study toward sonnet #1,550 by FisherKingKQJ

There have been chicks before, a set of skanks,

Enough to seed doubts, rest hindsight hit bad luck-

It's troubling trends that I so want to buck,

Not one for practical jokes, stunts or pranks.

I've learnt smooth shorthand, say, thanks, no thanks,

No isolating yawns, no saying you suck-

Who knows how fortune chips in, dice cube chuck?

It's best that you clear memory's tight banks.

I know you're out there, sweetheart, same drab town,

We've never met, will soon, which seems so strange-

I'd felt that ethnics were all mates top down,

Not so, same quirk, it's ignorance of range.

I'll give you my love when last gasp we meet,

You're one block far off fathomed yards or feet.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 meet

o $10,000,000 align

o $10,000,000 convene

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Story lines within The Underworld Steamboat of

Toshiro Yakuza

1. Mating Kenny the Tortoise with Benny the turtle

to produce a tortle

2. Cindy and Mindy on the Wonky Wok cookshow

moulding cane toad paste for ornamental salads, with

Professor Grenouille testing the "People's Amphibian"

3. Professor Grenouille completing Professor Wakimojo's

work in miniaturiasing dophins for tabbed tins by

creating scalable brains

4. Assassination of Stonefish by Yichi using fire extinguishers,

creating a snowman with a bubble pipe in his mouth added

by Soichi the failed sculptor cum coin counterfeiter.

5. Pearl wedding of Toshiro and Miyu at the Electric Eel

Bar and Dance

6. Professor Wakimojo creating mix and match dinosaur

skeletons to boost research funding

7. Yoshio besting Stonefish in a puffer fish vs pirhana bet

8. Toshiro campaigning for poison dart frog preservation

and continuing to trade diseased predator pelts at a discount

through Hammerhead Import Export.

9. Takanabe X, precinct chief busting small time crooks

to fulfil various govt quotas.

SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

a study toward sonnet #1,545 by FisherKingKQJ

Around her place retrieving tennis ball-
Who should catch me out but chameleon she?
She'd turned curvaceous, yes, for girl sure tall,
The spectacles gone, far as I could see.
She called me in in awkward silent's stall,
And briefed me studies, what she'd one day be,
As you can fathom, I began to fall
In love through angel cakes and cups of tea.
Her love was for Jesus, role outreaching,
I seethed a glorious second place long shot-
Was this shy and younger soul beseeching?
She'd bounced to babe from baby, brainy hot.
Tongues speaking, allo, ello, ullo, frame
Of mind, I mean to marry her, so game.

(Chrorus)

o $10,000,000 frame
o $10,000,000 border
o $10,000,000 outline

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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

a study toward sonnet #1,544 by FisherKingKQJ

My eyes caress her young slim rounds and curves,
Grossed calories account there camel-like,
Her sparkling eyes a former feelings dike,
Things tallied, each inflection hors d'oeuvres.
The shallows shadows show wrists tender nerves;
Then incidental bending hemline hike
Molds sinews, stretching skein no trough and spike,
Folds back as soon, propriety conserves.
Her v cut vest bust plumps relief or shades,
My finger bones would fill stop gap rib grooves
In breathed out, lampshade black and gray in grades,
Minutest trembling, lung-heart, lovely proves.
Plucked cactus blooms perch curled round her ear lobe,
My tingling tongue wet tip there wants to probe.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 lobe
o $10,000,000 appendage
o $10,000,000 extra

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eighteen years and over. Any resemblance to

its characters are purely coincidental. All names

are hashed off alphabetical dice cubes as indeed

all virtual worlds associated in the mid term

future.

(Mehetelo City. The private function room of

the Electric Eel Bar and Dance.)

Yoshio - I've got some good news and some bad

news, girls. You're going to be blooded into the

gang as visiting associates. However, Toshiro

believes, and I agree, that deaths by misadventure

are no place for women. The well worn rut of

sexual entrapment and emotionally centred

blackmail is plenty enough. Your skills with

boomerangs, the technique for knocking down

rivals from round a corner at an intersection are

going to be incorporated in a blind to ruin

Stonefish once and for all. He likes to get his

hands dirty working with his soldiers, putting

his own ear to the tattle on the deep fry dumpling

carts. While you are openly practising your

boomerang throws in the precincts of Mehetelo

City, to dirty the waters and wash our hands,

that useless scab Crybaby, the rehabilitated

cannibal will let Stonefish into the warehouse

containing Miyu's wedding gift, the crystal

glass pressure cooker aquarium. As he ponders

the resemblance between the death mask

therein, as his gang sharpen their shuriken

in ultranationalist fervour, how it resembles and

yet doesn't resemble him, Yichi the freelance thug

will plaster him with a contraption holding two

fire extinguishers. But you didn't hear it from

me.

Mindy - We heard it from a miniaturised

dodo bird in a bonsai tree.

Yoshio - Yes, my dears, it was only a vision in

Toshiro's magic crystal upturned goldfish bowl.

Cindy - I saw a looped rerun of Miyu's cooking

show last night. Professor Grenouille used an

eyedrop to drip acid rain into the aquarium

pressure cooker and the death mask reputed

to be of King Mithridates, dumped off the

coast of Nedea, for ballast during a typhoon,

by a Portuguese galleon, took a bleaching seachange.

Yoshio - King Mithridates was the last in line

of a dynasty of namesakes. Can you see the beauty?

Mindy - To think King Mithridates would

immunise himself with doses of snakebite.

Cindy - Antivenins.

Yoshio - He reputedly had a 74 ingredient recipe

for a universal antidote.

Mindy - We underestimate the ancients in their

cleverness.

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This blog and its companion site are restricted to

eighteen years and over. Any resemblance to

characters herein would be coincidental. All names

are hashed from alphabetical dice cubes and lead into

virtual worlds associated in the mid term future.

(Mehetelo City. Happy hour at the Electric Eel Bar

and Dance. Cindy has splashed a cocktail across

dixie yankee quisling Corporal Jack's shirt, after

making a wrongful accusation, and both girls have

left the bar in a huff.)

Jack - There's something wrong with that girl

however sweet looking she might be.

(The bartender turns his attention to Crybaby, the

rehabilitated cannibal with motor neurone disease

who wears wooden dentures. Crybaby croons.)

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Sharp creased, tie clip wearing wiry Yichi,

On his face looks of frightful blissed out lour,

His dogteeth are rolled gold sparks, less sour,

His diamond cufflinks white on cream agree.

I pinched a window seat offpeak to see

The ankle high sharkskin boots with clicking cower,

To get a woozy whiff of cologne overpower,

Those promises of marks about to be.

Esup binge barf boozer, Vep broke broker

Francois faux tramp, Atjo halfarse whore-

Some among the many this young joker

Has sorted silkily on point shave score.

He's dapper dolled, the only freelance thug,

His sayso, he puts your tie straight or snug.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 thug

o $10,000,000 bully

o $10,000,000 standover

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