From ugliness and bad eyesight was borne
The tower of Babel's beautiful die spawn.

JEM is an artificial intelligence who lives
in the tower of Babel, the world's tallest
building, a satellite connected by a laser
trip wire to a casino tower. KIQ and LOR
are ropes of superconductive nanotube
stretching up to satellites above the north
and south pole respectively, which control
climate temperature and drip feed condensed
water from outer space down to planet Earth.
True north and south, or magnetic north
and south? Let the role of dice decide, diary.

sonnet #1,579

I owe you dear its dear you whom I thank
Wed rendezvous discreetly out of view
Youve come a long way from wild streetwise skank
Your selfimprovement books are stolen few
You tease all tongue in cheek my file and rank
A mobsters moll amused your gags are blue
You rope in parlour pals I spank and yank
You screw around a pole you wink and woo
Merci beaucoup on prurient panties peeps
As gusts of wind whoosh up your dainty dress
A peekaboo gauze blouse which mobsters bless
Invites in rosy shades male mental leaps
I love you cute I curse amnesia cruel
Your chiffon top torn beats a bowl of gruel
Chorus cruel harsh mean

sonnet #1,580

Should good fill banks up just to bail out bad?
Should luckless hearts unite in one tight knot?
Should pals feel worried when their pals are sad?
Should lovers lord it in rote the life long lot?
Should inner being climb capitally clad?
Should patience labour labyrinthine plot?
Should meddling witnesses account too mad?
Should passion palliate after kids are got?
Isnt sentiment expressed a silly vent?
Arent habits individual less more type?
Is mere subsistence hustled under hype?
Do winners laurels cover clothes and rent?
Again at daybreak Ill quizz further fore
Though fast asleep you sigh and dont ignore
Chorus fore leading prime

sonnet #1,578

(Enter the inner courtyard of Duke Talons
geothermal castle the prodigal jester wearing
pied hose and jerkin slate and pitch black
the palmer's staff in his grip topped by a rat's
skull on a mouse's skull.)

Jester chants

I stood seen best one who won her over
Yet battle cry and booty couldnt be denied
I left alone a loyal and lonely bride
Crying on chalky wave washed cliffs of Fover
Shiny suit of armour emblem plover
On trousers tanned and watertight ox hide
I feigned my sword and shield cold Kull allied
Down we crouched in wheatfields not yet stover
Pinched coast of Qalestine proved dire undoing
As Blue Knight wed so barren widow well
Me and my horse attacked incensed pursuing
His axe pierced breastplate it pealed like a bell
He let me live when Id just quickly die
In Kulls rough realm I acted Talons spy
Chorus cease die perish

sonnet #1,577

I guessed youd gang up gung ho gather gall
And flame me frenemy in fierce cross fire
Between you two I hedge insane desire
I thrive on girlish disingenuous thrall
I see you stand by him in mall or hall
He leads you love drunk his eyes glazed admire
You publicly in private things are dire
I sense you sob I sense him smack a wall
He stays aloof that minute far too long
Unloading fine you near a fawning me
Himself flicked from you then hes weak and strong
A saintly saboteur whos sprung you free
It's naive I've cherished nice you valued cheap
You grab a gist of me I sense down deep
Chorus cheap budget economy

sonnet #1,576
He volunteered small stuff involving her
I was default a tuned ear every rate
His boozing pal in pub I might concur
She seemed a beauty big boys celebrate
A lovely female form I could infer
Shed often rhumba sing and rollerskate
He felt in frankness fair shed naively err
She ever ran her rote a little late
I felt infatuated and strangely moved
On what was fourth or fifth fun episode
She could be close just milling busy road
She might exist it hadnt been disproved
I felt she itemised as all things true
He wouldnt fib as girls that group are few
Chorus true honest veritable

sonnet #1,575

As if a greyhound sprinting muzzled mute
I chase a thing Ive felt will resonate
Is memory enough a moving bait?
I feel desire accursedly acute
I missed her heart shed gladly give a hoot
Our robots stared in as she lay in state
At her own funeral she fronted late
A cancer claimed her kidney took its root
We fared a faithful couple through and through
On top of robots clunky retinue
As brittle bones ensured our kinky play
As manners couldnt conquer or waylay
A year has passed and still shes never aced
I swear its chitchat since theyre poker faced
Chorus aced beaten outclassed

(This trivia-log is restricted to eighteen years and
over. Any resemblance to characters is purely
coincidental.)
(Mehetelo City. The Nudibranch Nudie Bar on the
occasion of Monsieur le Duc Stonefish's cubic
zirconium divorce anniversary.)

Tourist 1. - The last course has been drowned in
seaweed sauces, I can't taste the fish at all.
Stonefish - The chef assured me all the
ingredients were fresh as could be, short of
wriggling.
Tourist 2. - All tastes nicely smoked to me. The
chef has been very adventurous. Some
people, at arm's length, can't be pleased.
Ugu - The culinary reputation of Mehetelo City
is at stake again. Chef!
Uku - Cook!
Chef - Not again.
Tourist 1. You've swamped the smoked fish.
Chef - Of course the last course is tasteless,
they're as yet un-named shrimps and crabs
from an ocean bed volcanic vent. Here's some
colourless and overcooked fish without the
seaweed sauce.
Tourist 1. - Tastes like rubber.
Tourist 2. - You dunce, they were overcooked in
their own juices long before deep sea divers
discovered them.
Uku - We'll name one of the shrimps after you,
if you don't tell.

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