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Friday, October 16, 2009

(Meeting between Yoshio and Stonefish in a
no star motel business convention room.
Cigarette smoke is heavy in the air and Yoshio's
delegation including Cindy and Mindy are all
wearing gas masks and Stonefish's delegation
are all wearing aqualungs.)

Yoshio - Please accept apologies for Toshiro's
absence. Oja mumbled something yesterday
and is showing some signs of improvement.
Stonefish - I admire Toshiro's undying loyalty.
At the same time, everyone knows he's to retire soon,
and that you are his natural successor. Explain
the fluff.
Yoshio - This is Cindy, this Mindy, they're our
antipodean eyes and ears and as such have
observer status. Cindy will be writing the minutes.
Stonefish - Only with this gold nibbed fountain pen.
Cindy - I was chosen especially for my busted
Japanese and poor handwriting.
Mindy - I'm shortsighted and my contact lenses
would be laughed out of any court of law.
Stonefish - In poor faith I accept your minutes as
torn, blotted, wrinkled, mispelt and grammatically
incorrect. Takanabe X and his ilk must always be
sold short.
Takanabe X - It keeps me out of mischief.
Stonefish - I want the old video tape first, and second,
nothing less than the criminalisation of big tobacco.
The black market is stagnating in all sectors.
Complacency and make do are setting in among
wholesalers.
Takanabe X - You don't have to show me the figures.

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(Yoshio, Cindy, and Mindy watch a home video from
the sanctuary of a kingsized waterbed.)

Yoshio - Precinct police chief Takunabe X pirated
this video for me from the department's black
museum. Miyu said something out of order on
her cable tv show the Wonky Wok about
Stonefish, and I will be presenting it to him as a
peace offering and as a bargaining token at our
pow-wow on Stonefish's home turf.
Cindy - The video is shaky, was the cameraman
scared witless?
Yoshio - No, he was a harmless old upskirter with
arthritis in his right wrist. This is accidental
footage from when Stonefish was a freelance
mugger of no interest.
Mindy - That drunk, surely not that drunk.
Yoshio - Watch as he throws a can on the litter.
Cindy - Makes no difference.
Mindy - Whoah! The litter turns into a greatcoat,
the greatcoat swallows the drunk.
Yoshio - There are no other pictures of Stonefish.

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Wednesday, October 14, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,534 by FisherKingKQJ

Does she love me? The rube's shameful query,
Does she disclose her eyes part through a kiss?
Overeager yet compliant, she's eerie,
Is that a cheater's sign, things gone amiss?
Is she calculating, loud and leery,
First heaven queued for seventh heaven bliss?
Does she use charm just to practise cheery?
From wedge I shoulder, play fight wind or hiss?
Does she love me little? Little enough,
Compared to heated hatred? Does warm best all?
Have I missed near a suitor surfing squall?
Dilemma fitting lame blokes off the cuff.
When I bear hug her high heels off the deck
Do her eyes backward look, and booty check?

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 deck
o $10,000,000 floor
o $10,000,000 plateau

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The street war between Toshiro the Octopus Yakuza
and Stonefish precipitates.

Toshiro - How could you damn my rival Stonefish on your
cooking show on cable channel 666, Miyu?
Two days ahead of our pearl wedding anniversary?
Miyu - He put the contract out on your east quarter
crew.
Toshiro - There's no evidence to support that theory.
No bent coppers, no blackmail members of parliament,
no loose and foolish tattle round the dumpling carts.
Nothing.
Miyu - Stonefish is an illiterate dunce, the bottom feeder's
bottom feeder. He owns more rotten boroughs than you
do. He can count to five.
Toshiro - I run the key rotten boroughs, including the
one housing the Shogun orphanage, but the last thing I
want is a Pyrrhic victory, leaving an opportunity for
a freelance upstart gangster to consolidate in the mutual
vacuum. The defrocked Buddhist monk should've been iced
decades ago, I agree, but there hasn't been a pinky in the
offing from that constituency in years. All his graduates
are my workaholic top earners.
Miyu - My core audience of 13 viewers is fiercely loyal and
would never tell.
Toshiro - Miyu, Miyu, Miyu lay off the sake and I'll forgive you.
This little cable channel the Wonky Wok is a nice little earner
for end of line, repo'd and shopsoiled cookware. Don't
say that I don't love you on the eve of our pearl wedding
anniversary, I've seen your mail order receipts, don't say
Hammerhead Import-Export is the one true love of my life.
Miyu - Stonefish would've pulled the plug on Oja without
a moment's thought. But you've been content to stay
acting oyabun for fifteen years. I've been taking gourmet
pet and baby food to Oja's bedside every other day, not
so much as a blink as thank you.
Toshiro - The sake is talking. Lie down, Miyu. Stonefish
would whip you with a rotan for such insolence. Acting head
of the most popular gang in Nagasaki, alleged gangster one
overturned conviction for double parking, these are public
relations and media labels that suit me fine, Miyu, my dear.

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Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Yoshio - I admire your pluck. Japanese girls are so
demure and passive, sugary to point of tedium. No way
could the local girls form a gang or three with patches
as you two have done. Local female one percenters
form suicide groups on the net instead.
Cindy - Actually, I didn't mean to exaggerate, I was only
a junior associate of the Toxic Spiny Anteaters.
Mindy - Really, and I was twelve not even a teenager,
I did hang out with the friend of a friend of the
Venomous Platypusses.
Yoshio - Lying leads to pinching lunches and pinching lunches
leads to shoplifting. Look, I'll get you patches made up
on canetoad leatherette jackets through a tailor I
know who owes me a baker's dozen favours in greyhound
credits. I'll call him now. You'll be the envy of every
girl on the streets of downtown Nagasaki. If you
think your exotic looks get you admiration now -
hello, that you Taro? Yoshio calling in a baker's
dozen favours. Yes, over three days grace. I've
got a couple of sweet antipodean late bloomers here.

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a study toward sonnet #1,535 by FisherKingKQJ

We brushed long the shady stairwell landing
By plastic plants in troughs set anyhow,
Forty watt wall washer lamps disbanding
Our wrinkles swathes of softer tanned bronze glow.
My bifocals featured hinged, upstanding
Tint lids, ay, I swore he'd changed lots, then, now,
His gold tie pin mettlesome, commanding,
Elite sunglasses flush above his brow.
His black dyed beard and number nought shaved crown
And so tailored tightarse pinstripe trousers
Dealt him greenfields young, fetching upside down,
His wild debt trades months on watchdog rousers.
Two students puffing on one bookmark spliff,
Your talk of babes would get me slightly stiff.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 spliff
o $10,000,000 joint
o $10,000,000 toke

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Monday, October 12, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,536 by FisherKingKQJ

(Failed sculptor turned bas relief counterfeiter Soichi
hangs a frame of his first successful baht on the wall of his
twentieth floor garret, in the red light district of
Nagasaki, then croons -)

I sketch first my love scratching sticks of chalk,
Then mould her plaster dummy, plumbed from bust,
Shut out my ego bound, abusive lust-
Tight chickenmesh mashed hexagons, no baulk.
I couldn't capture her tongue snaking fork
Of trivial babble, or glance, yet put trust
In limestone like bore, marbled veins of rust,
I sealed her, primed her, peeled on paint glaze caulk.
Was Yoshio who said that statues sweat bird slime,
Through centuries of wary waterblast
Ground down to true scale 1:20 last,
Proportion perfect, duck's back skin skim crime.
Chiseling her down done dead on scripture,
Tattoo scaled, my feet-bind mermaid sculpture.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 scripture
o $10,000,000 text
o $10,000,000 writing

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The Underworld Steamboat of Toshiro Yakuza

Watch your friend earn a million dollars!
Paid work for everyone else courtesy of
the Punters' Union!

Ma and Pa Brown and yankee-dixie GI Jack your
bonus bond bank tellers!

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Sunday, October 11, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,537 By FisherKingKQJ

(The scene is The Electric Eel Bar and Dance nightclub
in the red light district of Nagasaki, a subsidiary of
Hammerhead Import/Export owned by gumba
Toshiro Yakuza and his counsel Yoshio Togo.
Australian hostess Mindy Brown and Kiwi hostess
Cindy Black, wearing matching cane toad leatherette
bikinis gyrate in giant mock lobster pots and croon
the following sonnet. Above the giant mock lobster pots is the
sign in Japanese writing The Electric Eel Bar and Dance
with an animated neon sign showing sparks flying
out an electric eel's tail which a luminous female deep sea
angler fish makes a kissing pout to, but
suddenly jolts back from with crosses for eyes (which in
cartoons signify shocked and unconscious).

Cindy and Mindy croon duet as octet, sestet.

Cindy -
You ride my arse so rough, you bump my head
Against the dashboard, then out break goosebumps
Net radio screen waves sine-squall blue, green and red,
I crest on plumb crescendos wade your pumps.
The safety airbags whack out, our cheeks wed,
To headblowing orgasms, my quick heart yet thumps,
I don't care, though, if I'm living or dead-
You tie off rubber, coo me best of rumps.
Mindy -
In Japanese, you say, let's screw again,
I sigh no, mean too much of sweetest thing,
You sling back round my neck cool black pearl bling,
My skin airconditioned bleats goosebump-chillblain.
Red, green and blue sine graph waves now swish place,
Drum, bass then balailaka switch through ace.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 place
o $10,000,000 domain
o $10,000,000 spot

(At a table in the corner sit failed sculptor Shoichi and
counsel Yoshio.)

Shoichi - I sat on the balustrade of my twentieth floor
garret, ready to jump to my death, knowing that I'd
never sculpt as well as the classic Seoul masters. My
life passed before me till I got to what you'd said,
and how I'd secretly adored your relentless zest for
life where I'd had nothing but penury and derision.
Yoshio - The greatest artists are the fellows who do
portraits for yuan and yen coins and notes, who
humbly achieve perfection and never sign their names.
But at every strata of society there is a weak link
which belongs to our gangster underworld. Amongst
self made billionaires, for example, Toshiro-san is the
weakest link.
Shoichi - Can you find me a position as the weakest link
in the currency portraiture industry?
Yoshio - There may be a vacancy coming soon in the
department of bhat, for a worst among equals.

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Friday, October 09, 2009

(Yoshio takes Cindy's hand in his and looks earnestly
into her eyes, then croons in a low voice.)

I chowed fugu next to buddy boffin,
My lips still blue numbly kiss his coffin.

Mindy - That's such a pretty busted haiku.
Yoshio - We'd come such a long way from the days
when he built and designed rice cookers and
I peddled deep fried dumplings and tattle on
the streets of Nagasaki.
Cindy - Life is a seven up.

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Thursday, October 08, 2009

(Yoshio Togo counsel, Cindy Black hostess, Mindy Brown hostess
lying on a king sized waterbed.)

Yoshio - You're such lovely club hostesses, I'd like to bring
you home to meet my wife if we get along.
Cindy - That's what I like about you Japanese businessmen,
what you see is what you get.
Mindy - Aussie men and kiwi blokes are so nambypamby
and never have any money to spoil a girl.
Yoshio - So who molested you when you were little that you're
now so bent and tearful?
Mindy - Uncle.
Cindy - Next door neighbour.
Yoshio - We recruit apprentice gangsters from the Shogun
Orphanage mostly, all of them have a chip on their shoulder
about the same defrocked Bhuddist priest. He is a necessary
evil, the road to enlightenment.
Cindy - Yoshio Togo is such a lovely name. It rolls off the tongue.
Yoshio - Every second person in Nagasaki has the same name, it's
common as ditch water.
Mindy - I know what you mean.
Cindy - What act of philanthropy are you working on now, Yoshio?
Yoshio - My children have never seen a raw great turtle or great
tortoise. We have poached the last two queers on Earth, Benny the
Bachelor, and Castaway Kenny. By destroying their chromosomes
with concentrated phosphorescent plankton and the natural act
of sodomy we want to gestate, hatch, farm and boil up
sustainable poof Great Tortle soup. With footbinding techniques
from mainland China and molecular cooking, we can extrude a
Great Tortle, which wears a snorkel on its snout, fins on its
front legs and toes on its hind legs. They would then, each spring,
seek out mates throughout the Homo Archipelago.
Mindy - Yoshio, I do believe you wouldn't hurt a blowfly
lying on its back, legs sticking up, in front of a poison arrow frog
the size of a ten cent piece.
Cindy - I belonged to a girl gang in my early teens, the Platypus Crew,
our emblem was a platypus injecting its poison into and sodomising a duck.
Mindy - My gang was the Spiny Anteater Posse, our emblem was a
spiny anteater injecting its poison into and sodomising a hedgehog.
Yoshio - Our gang emblem, for the loser busted hand was and ever
shall be a seasnake wrapping itself round a turtle. I like you more
and more. I think we can do some business blackmailing cheating
husbands.
Cindy - Is there a worse monster in society?

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Tuesday, October 06, 2009

sonnet draught #1,538

I love you forced, your flushed non-hissy fit,
Defining you bears fruit seeds more or less,
You're halved pear happy with me, you guess,
You nod, you shrug, you grin, your white teeth grit.
Default insight, you feel our life our skit,
And mite sour dough or laugh track can raise mess,
You want to whack your master, straight address,
You care great lot for looks, pretend one bit.
Beneath the many masks, inside your soul,
You fear rejection, fidget lonely, want to reach
And touch another, you're trapped role in roll,
Fall back on blame mute, hide in chirpy speech.
No different than all the rest of us,
By me you mindless pass, you mumble-cuss.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 us
o $10,000,000 ours
o $10,000,000 we

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Disclosure of contents. May contain traces of
gay dolphin, omega three, cracked black
nonstick wok and cracked black pepper
processed on same machination machete
gauntlet.

Blowfly Looks Up to Homing Dove

composed and crooned by Miyu* Yakuza (Mrs)

* real christian name oppressed

transl. by Nicky-san

The buzzing blowfly has a little brain
And ecoterrorists look on it with disdain,
They deem big is clever, where small is dumb,
He gets the greenie downward pointing thumb,
The whale is monument to massive feed
On murdered krill, blow fly sips just for need.

The buzzing blowfly once tricked out turd white,
Though black thinks homing dove white plumes a sight,
And homing dove's one track pea brain is turbocharged-
By flapped ozone, blowfly's mind is enlarged, (10 lines = $100 paycheque)
As he looks up to homing dove sun heats the glass
His blood heats buzzing, airs his mind top class.

Miyu continues in blank verse.
Miyu - If you want a go at crooning my song pull
the arm or leg of this nice one arm bandit, do the work,
100 syllables, and let the Punters' Union send to you a
$100 paycheque.

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Monday, October 05, 2009

transl. by Nicky-san
from Mrs Miyu Yakuza's cook book

Gourmet Periperi Porpoise Cat Food

Treat fit for human consumption tinned,
The slightly shrewder dolphin smoked and skinned,
It's porpoise doused in periperi sauce,
The owner shares his spoilt pet's single course,
Recycle what's left under your can tab,
Chuck it to some tramp else non union scab.

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Monday, September 28, 2009

Shark Fin Soup

by Mrs Miyu Yakuza
transl. by Nicky-san

Your slow cooker can turn the toughest steak of
thresher bitch into something else. Mmm. Set on high
and let nature take its course. As this is a dish which
requires molecular cooking techniques you can
go up to the attic or down to the cellar and dust
off your old tin of MonoSodiumGlutamate (MSG).

baker's dozen of rockpool sundried seahorse croutons
2 tablespoons of defrosted seamonkeys
4 sprigs of plastic parsley
2 plastic lemons
3 litres of Dead Sea water
1 vicious thresher shark bitch tail

If you can't locate Dead Sea water at your local dock
markets a bucket of iodised salt and water can
substitute nicely. The enormity of this dish, what
gruntles, is that it is eco sustainable, the thresher
shark, a natural show off, is reduced to a simple stump,
just like all the vicious rest.

Now, I'll croon you a ditty which has delighted by dear
misunderstood husband Toshiro for decades.

Shark Fin Soup

Shark, you are a ruddy bloody bounder,
So look down no more on eel or flounder,
You wiggle wriggle free of dorsal fin,
Enjoy your stay at Bottom Feeder Inn,
Your soup tastes more like mutton than tarseal,
In time of famine else crash diet the deal.

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Monday, September 21, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,532 by FisherKingKQJ

You're plump, your underwear elastics pinch,
Those frumpy clothes worn temporary fix,
You can't wear knee high boots till legs are sticks,
Down sizes ten, nine, eight, you'd work the winch.
I've sussed your mood, you're so far off a cinch,
Rough diamond, set midst sharper smoother chicks,
And how you'd nullify my heart, chance nix,
For loving less than perfect, pounds to inch.
Your locks are like a mass of fine spun gold,
You wear a black dress which is perfect foil-
Don't understand my wrist watch undersold-
White braid steel strap, and black dial white hands toil.
On Buddha's statue stamps of gold foil latch,
Your painful lard to me sculpts perfect match.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 latch
o $10,000,000 fasten
o $10,000,000 stick

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Saturday, September 19, 2009

Yoshio 'The fiddler' Togo slides down a
firepole to the sound of exploding burp like
damp squibs, and slides across the casino cabaret
on the cleats of his pointy patent alligator leatherette
shoes. The set is like a giant fish shop tray full
of ice shavings, plastic lemons and grapes.
As he tap dances from time to time, cap gun caps
spark and explode under his shoes.
(Croons:)

Toshiro who signed me up as tiddler
Deep fry dumpling street cart fiddler
I paid my dues in tattle, turned my hand,
He started me in charge of sea and sand-
Sustainable bonsai sea grass, ringbark driftwood,
Footbinding vestigial fins on that hood
The dolphin, ocean massacre bent mill
Of tiger prawns, sea monkeys and krill
Sure, baby dolphins are innocent and cute
Then miniaturised adults, following suit
As dynamite trawls aerate a bigger brain,
Sustainable culls are far more humane;
One day our blasting caps hit tsunami
One inch high in brilliant weather, tad balmy...
Villagers saved me below sea level
Lying amongst palm tree sand bars, odd bevel
I'd quit my arms and homo dolphin cull-
There was no pinky oyabun could annul;
Was Toshiro rooked me robotic arms
Biased to fiddler crab, its crooked charms,
Large arm opens doors in loftiest places,
Small arm tickles troubled youngster faces.

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Sunday, September 13, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,530 by FisherKingKQJ

His mount that unicorn in turncoat tack,
For one last autumn ride in falling flakes
Of snow he quit, on magnet horse shoe clack
He took a short cut over sleet sheet lakes.
Came early Talon's whirlwinds, snap freeze whack,
Mayday horn notes echo'd down fire brakes
I cringed the ice plates thicken, creak and crack,
I wept for both our rebel, helpless sakes.
I quit our igloo when whirlwinds worked nought
And tramped out into sunlight, felt confused,
I stumbled careless my one true love sought,
I found him frozen waist deep, blue, contused.
The unicorn near stood his stalking horse,
In saddlebags - ice picks to prise or force.

(Chorus)

0 $10,000,000 horse
o $10,000,000 mount
o $10,000,000 steed

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Friday, September 11, 2009

(Lady Elizabeth, a former lady in waiting
accompanied her singing on a palm sized
balailaka as she sat in a punt in the outer
canals of the rice paddies.)

Eve and Ada, first before and after
Autumn's fall of Man, ambiguous laughter
Led by, seedless fruit those naive two swallowed,
Near abolished blueprints Angles hollowed,
Those timelord Godog punished, couldn't kill,
For whom we pay the price of huge pain still;
They knitted clothes from offcut human hair
Their buttons formed from fingernail horn pare,
From underarm hair they knit shoes and socks,
Those monkey fast track relics clue thick locks. (10)

(And then she improvised over hypnotic
rhythms ingrained from schooldays chanting
multiplication tables and spelling spokes the
following lines, stifling sobs.)

The Whirlwind Wizard left me tick and tock,
An umbrella, an hourglass waterclock;
The first shades flats of time as sundial spoke,
The next a gurgling sinkhole needs evoke,
As yin or yang, wiseclock, anticlockwise,
Which hemisphere tune, finetune, analyse;
All I know - that Kull rules the regions east
While Talon reigns over western lands at least;
In Kull's tyrrany no fauna or flora breeds,
In Talon's negligence, fruit chokes under weeds. (20) 10 lines=$100 pay cheque

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Sunday, September 06, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,529 by FisherKingKQJ

It's war, as bad engages worse, the goal
Sets me against your many previous men,
You say yourself, high pitched chirp now and then,
With grievances you make faux gangster's moll.
Where they would pin you puppet, I'd take poll,
Where they would bag you bitchy, I'd hum hen,
Where they would tweak you tedious, I'd count ten,
Where they would spoil you sodden, I'd extol.
Where they would flank you blindside, I'd try feint,
Where they would pinch you dozing, I'd just prise,
Where they would carry you nought, I'd acquaint,
Where they would zoom you sillier, I'd resize.
As others pulped you, set loose feelings pent,
In absence tried, you judge me negligent.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 pent
o $10,000,000 held
o $10,000,000 shored

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Friday, September 04, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,528 by FisherKingKQJ

Through irony that skinny stiffs on slabs
In morgues pose statuesque, marble hard,
That fatsos freight in finest limestone lard,
That heaven heaves its perfect thighs and abs.
Diets challenge my file scrapes and chisel stabs,
Dress sizes eight and ten get insured regard,
Nine's margin, give or take a grit or shard,
And metal has its own worth, meets with jabs.
You cry when you're sad, else you cry for joy,
You shriek when you're mad, else you shriek in fear,
You sigh when you're tad, else you sigh but coy,
Complexities distill down simple, you endear.
You pose for me, you're livor mortis like,
My chisels chip, at striking beauty strike.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 like
o $10,000,000 as
o $10,000,000 resembling

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Friday, August 28, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,527 by FisherKingKQJ

Shaping up fierce stoush between the sexes,
The gentle jabs and probing banter cross
Out what's void, and line what is with exes
A game of battleships to find who's boss.
Yes, when reading people, life perplexes-
Apart from some hindsight I'm quite at loss-
Prison tattoos, war medals indexes
Stark, all else closed to psychology's gloss.
Disease and allergies are yet with us,
We build fortress walls of fuming faeces-
Flora versus fauna betters species?
A failure, after aeons and aeons of fuss.
Each blast cross bows can weigh a warning shot,
As careless, cruel, or cold are what you're not.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 shot
o $10,000,000 blow
o $10,000,000 missile

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a study toward sonnet #1,532 by FisherKingKQJ

I trawled ahead of time, worked out fresh trash
In shopping strip bins, I drank slops, munched paps,
Recycled stuff through aluminium smelter chaps,
Five cents per tin, pairs ten cents, round cash.
O how my head jerks back, my black teeth gnash,
Gaps slurp down stale ales, milks, guarana saps,
Then I crunch them drained beneath dry wraps
In holey shopping bags, jute, hemp or hash.
The poster girl's face stands at six feet tall,
Her mascara'd lashes large, I'm zero;
I'd kiss unparched unblinking brown eyeball-
Cocktails can turn quaint me superhero.
I never need wash, nor wear same clothes twice
Old lawnmowing franchise cap my courtly vice.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 twice
o $10,000,000 bi
o $10,000,000 doubly

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Wednesday, August 26, 2009

A baker's dozen of busted haiku by Toshiro Yakuza

transl. by Nicky-san from Obi Kabu to Blackjack
permission of Nagasaki Hammerhead Vanity Press

broken English- busted Japanese Glossary:
21 = 19


Hand in Busted Hand, Orang Utan and Tiger

A cedar grows roots into cracks of cliffs,
And weathers what hard luck at branches biffs.

Rainforest lays roots flat in fertile soil,
It reaps the weed palm trees of easy oil.

Endangered tiger pixie dust stuffed mule,
Orang utan skips yubitsume rule.

Orang utan who lets mule tiger beg
Is saved from said mule tiger, minus leg.

Poor orang utan, organ grinder,
Once; busted monkey, tail bone reminder.

Wakashu are dregs, with oyabun the scum;
Orang utan must pay his dues, a chum.

Orang utan must sell hot pop rice first
It's kernel, chaff and gluten free, air burst.

The little dodo, dice cube amber clone,
His perch a bonsai tree, he doesn't moan.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 clone
o $10,000,000 duplicate
o $10,000,000 reproduction

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Tuesday, August 25, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,525 by FisherKingKQJ

Her wicks are which y words, your hitch zed knots,
For hatches framed in gates your glad eyes train
For lace and candles...veiling violin strain,
Her profile perfect jaw bones voice your jots.
Her parallel worlds lurk like lobster pots,
Her algebra does draw you, you her vein,
Your role of sole abacad-raj die vain
Mayday shout all you like, like black which dots?
She was so pretty pretty when a teen,
But won't give up to her successors space,
Her black witch dyed switch long locks dead has been,
You're hostage hers, fire brands you big disgrace.
She back stabs boys, hindsight makes her mortal,
Plus she plays up down or, which's which chortle.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 mortal
o $10,000,000 ephemeral
o $10,000,000 transient

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Saturday, August 22, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,526 by FisherKingKQJ

A black which who peers out at dusk and dawn,
No cannibal, though her locks are dyed black
As if a young girl's scalp, old yank and hack,
On her crown rests, her wrinkles loom forlorn.
Her kind are caught out frigging broom, court scorn,
Contracting bride and groom a narrowing knack,
Exploration yields their youth future lack,
A greater trial than whether hymen's torn.
Although I couldn't read a single stave,
And typed with dual fingers, no talent showed,
I loved her grieving near a gloomy grave,
She changed me into a choosy cane toad.
Black wizard's one way only, goads and guides,
Black which's one sortery but, switch besides.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 guides
o $10,000,000 directs
o $10,000,000 manages

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Tuesday, August 18, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,524 by FisherKingKQJ

We've got a love, each other great imburse
And reimburse and skive off scores in keeping,
With observing, seeing chance parting peeping,
I watch you love me bad compared to worse.
You love me if I'm stamping tense and terse,
Dead love would on lounge suites rage with leaping;
You love me if I'm hoarding whipped cream heaping,
Dead love would self in buttermilk immerse.
You love me if I'm shouting measly meals,
Dead love went dutch a lot - high class wine list;
You love me if I'm touched by touch and feels;
Dead love would yawn it's time that cute we kissed.
I love you worse as I'm bad and worry what I look,
You're whingeing woe girl, I'm a silent sook.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 look
o $10,000,000 appear
o $10,000,000 represent

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Friday, August 14, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,523 by FisherKingKQJ

You wear your fine hair like a little girl
Right down your back to end of shoulder blades;
I cringe, I feel my voluntary lip curl,
You dunk a drum to get the glossy shades.
Your cannibal views cue drip fed, unfurl
Unchallenged, cycles your style, tights and braids,
Remembrance living in mother-of-pearl,
Not hoary walking frames and hearing aids.
You rate men's thoughts on women's clothes as weak
Or worthless, never broach they'd have insight-
They'd only want a closed doors kinky night,
Poor lighting, candles lit, romantic tweak.
Immortal made the bob, not old, not young,
For milder older heads, you not among.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 young
o $10,000,000 fresh
o $10,000,000 new

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Tuesday, August 11, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,521 by FisherKingKQJ

Since, you'd told of your old childhood stutter
The more you dwelt on it, worse it became;
You were young, a narcissistic nutter,
And thinking far too much was thought to blame.
Triumph over mortality looks utter,
Replacement hips are no real pause for shame;
Far too much sport has caught up, you mutter,
Laugh virtual worlds are walk ins when you're lame.
Hip there plastic, here tooth crown, lasers dental,
In-house new bones and blood each score of years,
That endless flourish of horny nails and hairs,
Skin flakes snaky old as they're incremental.
Centuries on, you'll get your new stammer,
Spoon feed you I'll, else I'll gobstop yammer.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 stammer
o $10,000,000 hesitate
o $10,000,000 loiter

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{The travelling minstrel strummed the
balalaika and crooned an interlude for the
rabble of dissidents gathered at a corner
of Lord Talon's empire.}

The war between the rival bad and worse
Long travelled till this trivial old crossroad
With clever rooks enforcing cruellest curse-
A triumph for Kull or Talon do they bode?
Up steaming steppe rice paddies we now gaze
On dark lord Talon's puffing castle walls,
A theme obscured by white geothermal haze,
The grating screech and speech of rooks appals.
Head rook flicks stones into cornice funnels
Raises hidden heard duct water levels
Counterweights to lift huge lids off tunnels
Otherwise lost in seamless granite bevels.
Head rook sings the lyric 'Switch and Carrot'
'That we might learn which switch's witch's which:
After me, recite, where I pitch a parrot,
That bad likes not much where worse loathes the bitch.
That bad yawns set where worse denies the sun,
That bad aims punch where worse kills, first report,
That bad doles gruel where worse shaves grits to none,
That bad perspires where worse hails torture sport.

(Chorus)

o none
o void
o zero

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Saturday, August 08, 2009

This web log and its attendant website are biased to
the Chrome and Android operating systems but
support other platforms. There is a back log of
at least 400 more sonnets in first draft, however,
a commitment to quality and the added
complexities of a viable alliteration formula mean
there has been a reduction in yearly output.
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a study toward sonnet #1,520 by FisherKingKQJ

They whisper within earshot, passing phase,
Pre-teen infatuation, insidious stuff,
We'll break off tired of holding hands enough,
Come third form themes, and segregated ways.
The boys' school borstal-like rooms look so tough,
Those regimented uniforms erase
A personality, can't bridge some bluff-
Of her robbed, I will serve out dreary daze.
If you've heard envious gossip, gawker's yak
That we've spoilt yet one more excuse me waltz
By feeding out alternate breaks defaults,
You've got to help us hide, we'll scratch your back.
I've checked that dingy dungeon called C block,
I'd rather run with her, glide round the clock.

o $10,000,000 block
o $10,000,000 chunk
o $10,000,000 piece

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Thursday, August 06, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,519 by FisherKingKQJ

On that day he was born Christ was nailed
Or perhaps not on His cross, Easter's feast
A moveable date made for those deceased
And living alike; him angels surely hailed.
In black and white the Wahine then sailed
A storm and wrecked near Soame's Island, last least,
As if a scientist had loosed on it a beast,
He blew out candles when six news live wailed.
As handsome he crouched round the steering wheel
Of his black soft top sports car, the girls
A pathway parted, he took off, no squeal-
I shared that dream, that he'd kiss my curls.
Did baker's dozen pixie jots lay bare?
We doves kissed feet of minted millonaire.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 bare
o $10,000,000 plain
o $10,000,000 sorted

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Tuesday, August 04, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,518 by FisherKingKQJ

You know me, I'm honey sweet humble,
You yourself are a lovely little bloke,
I wouldn't smack you down, I'd sooner choke
Than hand foe the fuel to start a rumble.
Your thing's bit small, bedside you can bumble
Foreplay, da-dee-doo too soon, yet still poke
My sweet tum-tee-tum fast I almost smoke,
I so-la-fa multiple times, mumble.
You're clever ever so by ha-he-ho,
My own opinions old yours you reinstate,
Your bank accounts are gruntling kept off low,
Your wage slave work and name drops correlate.
And chocolate white buttons wouldn't melt
Up my doo-da-doo, furtively you've felt.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 melt
o $10,000,000 liquefy
o $10,000,000 soften

P.S. Is it much zippity-zap too late to say that I
may or may not love you?

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Monday, August 03, 2009

Save the Leopard

by Toshiro Yakuza
transl. by Nicky-san

I was dealt lousy hands in life's blackjack,
All pushing me above pure twenty one;
A gumba gave sad me another crack
When I was orphaned, when all would shun.
Now I take under my large wistful wing
Zoo leopards whose old leagues have shrunk
In Africa, for whom gates could outswing,
Look, black and yellow teeth in this here trunk.
Our leopards crunch organic sugar cane
Their teeth rot black and loosen, fall about,
They're shipped to Bangla Desh as harmless bane,
Amending predatory tigers' drought.
The black teeth make their way to keyboards
As sharps and flats, plug egregious western gaps,
They smack in off beat, sweet North Korean chords,
Where earliest gumbas came from, game at craps.
Buy, too, large black and yellow teeth chess sets
Of finest poached sea leopard tusk, not pets'.

(Chorus)

o sets
o batches
o groups

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Saturday, August 01, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,517 by FisherKingKQJ

I sent you my heart spare and tinsel tied
And gift wrapped via the three dee printer fax,
I thought how I'd been too shy, much too lax
To say that I loved you, whenever eyed.
That love was nurturing, and nought denied,
Indeed, a pique brought amicable pax;
Of late you ignore me, as if I tax
Your conscience even at best, I've cried.
I longed that you would ask for either lung
To be transmitted, souvenir to save
In your cryogenic jars, more true love's grave,
Synthetic, triplicate and far off flung.
You wanted a passion less palpable
Of me, reversed a box tagged pulpable.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 palpable
o $10,000,000 sensible
o $10,000,000 visceral

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Friday, July 31, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,516 by FisherKingKQJ

[Any resemblances purely coincidental.]

Their nanobots astride on wedding cake
Loom biodegradable bride and groom
Good will ambassadors for bonbon sake,
They're confection men who drive off doom.
The Devil raises dust in his dark room,
In band and contraband diffuse or fake;
In sofa leg and luggage handle outtake
He goads, eat scenery in virtual gloom.
Lots of lolly men's two lumped tan camel,
Their branded mascot, eco friend, no poo
Or pee, builds or else rebuilds enamel
On teeth, the cactus flavour freshens, too.
Their virtual sugar-free worlds sure taste nice,
They love you lardless, minus nano-vice.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 nice
o $10,000,000 pleasant
o $10,000,000 sociable

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Friday, July 24, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,515 by FisherKingKQJ

All stories go beginning, middle, end
Aristotle put down first in writing,
Obvious, wandering folk wisdom citing,
That way this day yet common ideas wend.
The salamander metes a sinuous blend,
Partial cloning, partial healing, fighting
Loss of limb or tail its good looks blighting,
New scientists human parallels append.
No kudos left in claiming homo wild life,
They must now show those poofters disapproved
By fellows who're clawed, trottered, pawed or hooved,
No grants or prizes grabbed, financial strife.
Citing salamander axolotl-
You'll grow into lasting love, of bottle.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 axolotl
o $10,000,000 (old world)
o $10,000,000 (southern hemisphere)

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Tuesday, July 21, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,514 by FisherKingKQJ

I look back grateful, hold no great regrets,
Although we panned out quite the poorest match-
I'm sure there's more to bank from longer bets-
And mid term future fielded you some catch.
Being allies versus foe, our safety nets
Get tangled hauled, don't mutually crosshatch,
As sailor like you swear, at ambiguities snatch,
You swear to kill me, irony wet whets.
I heard you out, that soon you'll settle score,
You've told me to shut up, me the moron;
Since I'm stoic and superstitious forgone
I'll never likewise cut down your soul's core.
I've got fond memories of our good times
Together; you're alive, a chum yet chimes.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 times
o $10,000,000 measures
o $10,000,000 periods

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Friday, July 17, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,513 by FisherKingKQJ

You asked how I was, and under weather
I said at lockless lockers; pangs of plight,
Migraine throbs, were seeking easing ether,
I forced you to stand by me or take flight.
I'd wag a class, of sat school cert make light,
Gawk at lovely looking girls together-
I'd buzz snore zeds, thus attest my tether
Head down on desk, last row, and out of sight.
End of your girls' basketball team practise,
And my detention you purred stay, don't scram,
To keep you close, then, you'd swot, I'd cram,
Your love won through, warm and steady, fact is.
Before, I was a dreary, dreamy boy,
You styled me into someone swept by joy.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 boy
o $10,000,000 fellow
o $10,000,000 male

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Tuesday, July 14, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,512 by FisherKingKQJ

I've always left those ignoble ignored,
Show offs who lure attention, who then lack
Conspicuously achievements charged to back
Their claim for gloat filled glory, I'm under awed.
You say that you're so bored, and yet I'm so bored
With you, that's nonetheless; you've knocker's knack
For looping loops up your own tedious track,
You love your image bent, and flaunt it flawed.
I don't once titter touched by you, I cringe
When you make stilted, strange and senseless noise,
My eyes don't rise to heaven, they roll 'stinge'
When you tell jaded jokes, yours alone the joys.
You could love some bum, that so you're a snob,
And targeting me just for my boss job.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 snob
o $10,000,000 elitist
o $10,000,000 poseur

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Friday, July 10, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,511 by FisherKingKQJ

As you've grown older you've turned out a sage,
The people whom you've learnt from languish dead,
Their passions hark on but in your aged head,
You've tired of futile fights, so disengage.
Extremes of feeling, fellowship in rage
Descend mad tropes, in younger types are read,
Their polar opposite lust, plus some dread,
Yes, these too whirl round wisdom cage by cage.
There's wholly holy peace at core of things,
Safe exit gates from each dying universe,
Our cravings moult, hire-purchase-like disperse
Our deaths through multiverse, as dings and stings.
To passions, highs and muds and lows, you're pie,
Though you love piecemeal rather, reason why.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 pie
o $10,000,000 circle
o $10,000,000 halo

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Tuesday, July 07, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,510 by FisherKingKQJ

So lift your lips off your cell phone mouthpiece,
Conference mode speaker click enable,
Flaunt that stranger's face at me, your table,
Let me see myself that you're not his mock niece.
I've switched my cell phone to phase, mute and cease,
What you'll bag scans bas relief of babel,
Shuts out jukebox sounds, keeps space shared stable,
To public privacy beams pure release.
Put aside his dandruff, prints and spittle,
This wall projected face mouths how I love
You big lots my dear, I won't belittle
The genuine boy, give him the gentle shove.
He'll be so flattered, you both toast good taste,
None lost through shuffle, list or cut and paste.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 taste
o $10,000,000 bouquet
o $10,000,000 savour

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Friday, July 03, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,509 by FisherKingKQJ

I'm irked that if I help you you may turn
Out quite the superwoman, so doing leave,
That you'll group me with men who maul or thieve,
An underdog out grown whom soon you'll spurn.
It's not that you don't know or plain don't yearn
To know, or else decisively deceive-
Your parents passed away years gone, we grieve-
When mine die, my dry hate will ever burn.
You've seethed your setbacks, overcome hard knocks,
They've tempered angles trivialised through life,
But luck and supernature read my rocks,
I've beaten longest odds and sudden strife.
So, go on, with hypnosis climb and cruise
I'll catch up clearly, bar a bump or bruise.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 cruise
o $10,000,000 breeze
o $10,000,000 flow

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a study toward sonnet #1,508 by FisherKingKQJ

I shelled for second hand old cop black shoes
And matching Raser up upper Quean street;
The cobbler nailed on cleats, no tread to lose,
The electrician taped wires trickling heat.
Sail City seethes a sinful cyber ruse,
Where bums in blanket ponchos overeat,
Free videotape recorders join your clues,
Life's one computer game, I won't repeat.
My channel surfing chicks deters your mug-
Your cop's a biro pushing bureaucrat,
A rug extends my chestnut hair, no hat,
My super hero's cape, which takes a slug.
Mire's park night beat, my clicking cap shoes spark,
My Raser flares bolts right at crook or nark.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 spark
o $10,000,000 flash
o $10,000,000 glint

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Friday, June 26, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,507 by FisherKingKQJ

I hit our backstreets as if Robin Hood
And ran a tinny house for homeless poor
To keep them off p, mongrels door to door
Its salesmen, social work not understood.
St Judas jacked me up as jammy good,
I'd blanch pure serving centuries in-store
Doing Purgatory, limbo's cheapest chore,
I'd weight train lots, sweat this out, as I would.
I'd help a closet poof or latent queer
Go hetero, my hand on their zipped crotch,
The other on a shotgun, scare to scotch,
To hemp couture must such impulses steer.
Our scarecrow target early warning sign,
Our lead shot volleys over head divine.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 sign
o $10,000,000 badge
o $10,000,000 emblem

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Tuesday, June 23, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,506 by FisherKingKQJ

(The characters in this sonnet are fictional,
any resemblance would be purely
coincidental.)

My last wife's father is one cunning cop,
Secret cameras in walls and ceilings
Port my smallest move from plaster peelings
And scrim board cracks, feed me to him non stop.
But lately he'll be logging signal drop
Since I've dealt a blow to his cruel dealings-
I wear cling wrap round my chest, fend my feelings,
Beneath my shirt, a jumper jammed on top.
Women's man, of street whores I'm no scorner,
Ahead of crack of dawn I'll go kerb crawl
Pay twenty bucks for one peck kiss, my call,
Under magic streetlamps, Munter's Corner.
I croon, it's safe now sweetie, dive on in
I dole them large white coffees driven in.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 in
o $10,000,000 boxed
o $10,000,000 enveloped

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Friday, June 19, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,505 by FisherKingKQJ

You're never far away, in thought else fact,
A goddess who warms, bolsters, smooths and balms;
The future is on past and present stacked,
I sense that speech just the once candid calms.
There's hairs which you've left on suede armchair arms,
And dents in bean bag sofas where you've backed;
There's prints on pale wax paper which you've packed
With club sandwiches based on free range farms.
There's lippy left by you on large mug rims
And change that you've gone chucked in kitchen drawers;
There's your old photos stowing your skinnier limbs
And rosier cheeks which give the rude eye pause.
Video chat, too, nudges you far more near,
Like haunting scent behind your either ear.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 near
o $10,000,000 approximate
o $10,000,000 close

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Tuesday, June 16, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,504 by FisherKingKQJ

I value much our weekend rendez vous,
Midweek engulfing segregated lives,
We both have brilliant rotes of deeds to do,
As one leaves gated townhouse, one arrives.
It's ages since we sought together new,
On threshold goals our partnership well thrives,
As I do yoga, boats and mild ale brew,
As he does football, darts, greyhounds and hives.
But now that doesn't quite engage enough,
Less is cool for awkward types a-couple,
I want more than our fancied friendly airs,
We're tired, don't talk, so time we got more tough.
True, I'd like to hear of his work troubles,
My stress halved so, as it daily doubles.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 troubles
o $10,000,000 problems
o $10,000,000 worries

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Friday, June 12, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,503 by FisherKingKQJ

That property doom prophet's open plea-
Resources are too scant to spread around,
When cannibal examples close abound,
They'll further flick on title rorts in fee.
As rocket science is still the apogee,
The Saudis delve redoubled barrels found
In their sun blasted sand dunes, gritty ground
For new drill bits, adjourn apology.
What is man but dust in pints of water?
Our world's a light crust over liquid rock,
Its centre nuclear, creating endless crock,
Oil byproduct oozing out some quarter.
My love, we'll be pushed by harmless helium
One side, airbag like, sun's aged medium.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 helium
o $10,000,000 helium
o $10,000,000 helium

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Monday, June 08, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,502 by FisherKingKQJ

Three years on, you should vouch me very well,
And certainly I've taken time to jot
And itemise your multitasking lot-
How can you love me stranger, loyalty quell?
You say that I'm right shy, a shut-in shell-
I'm tired by troublemakers, triumph well shot;
You say that I love cottage cheese white clot-
My tummy clamours loud for cream cheese gel.
You say that my choice colour is dark blue
When it's maroon; you say that I love folk
When its old country, yodels yanked in too,
You say that I like nylons - silk's the skew.
That so, you're in love with love, by proxy,
Live through me, though I admire your moxy.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 proxy
o $10,000,000 circumstance
o $10,000,000 locale

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Saturday, June 06, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,501 by FisherKingKQJ

I'll wear two wipes of mascara, less more,
Old jeans, tight tank top and worn out knickers,
Freezing night stirs human warmth in flickers
Of candlelight, reflects on gypsy lore.
I'll love you always, can't to very core,
Since we're backpack rootless young fruit pickers,
Since our kind of couple often bickers,
In teasing touches ends, skillful kisses fore.
My aunt lectured me that love is steady,
Don't make a tyrant out of your poor man,
And pack your punnets gap year, where you can,
Latitudes of summer staked out ready.
Say we bundled hay while the white sun blazed,
And tippled cider nightly, laughing lazed.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 blazed
o $10,000,000 fired
o $10,000,000 glowed

[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]

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Thursday, June 04, 2009

Dear Diary,
The Google Sites graphic for the bonus bond application
on Android OS is so good it almost shows the seating
arrangement for a 3d interactive movies session if
the row of gold hearts is slightly imagined to be
theatre aisle lights. The 3d interactive cartoon
The Bugs' Money Tree intended as a prelude to the
first feature is turning into a feature in its own right
and might be double billed.
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Tuesday, June 02, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,500 by FisherKingKQJ

I've been lots bullied as I've got red locks,
Kids do adjudge me bloody ginger nut,
Of paper water bombs I stay old butt,
The sad pariah when ranked in social stocks.
It's worse yet when a lesser blood nut mocks,
The jeers jam down my white eyelashes shut
When they pull my flame red hair, go tut tut
And tsk tsk, till a rubberneck crowd flocks.
Bow legged auburn slapped, then stub legged copper
And lanky legged russet kicked and punched
Me down, Judas lassoed my neck proper,
And dragged me, my dress and panties bunched.
Saved from slaughter, slightly bit less ginger,
By kind Judas, the saint, once a whinger.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 ginger
o $10,000,000 carrot
o $10,000,000 rust

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Friday, May 29, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,499 by FisherKingKQJ

It's been three brilliant years - I can grin-
I'll not obsessively observe dear you,
We surely share nonjudgemental win-win,
Talk over things, and thus nought misconstrue.
I know your mother's name as next of kin,
The grey school uniforms which you outgrew,
The summer job shelf stocking bin to bin,
The pretty exes prior to me, your one true.
Your favourite dessert is mocha mousse,
Your toothbrush is white, too your dental floss,
Your undies are silk boxers, light and loose,
Your dressing gown is satin, gilded gloss.
So verify this now - I know you very well-
I'm lovestruck hereby, only on you dwell.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 well
o $10,000,000 complete
o $10,000,000 total

[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]

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Thursday, May 28, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,498 by FisherKingKQJ

He played too easy peasy as you please,
And would nod his agreement when I'd jest,
He didn't know his south-east from north-west,
And bluffing bling from him was such a breeze.
The tall boy whom I liked for snog or squeeze,
Well, he'd asked for some room, a little rest;
The squat boy whom I liked for zany zest,
Well, I'd already nudged him down on knees.
We glanced around my dreamy gilded clutch
Seated deep in clothes shop window cluster,
Mugging sighs, I wondered could he muster
A month of lay by, four wage chunks, not much?
He was gentle, poor, and yummy handsome,
Readily lay out cash, my king's ransom.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 handsome
o $10,000,000 beautiful
o $10,000,000 gorgeous

[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]

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Wednesday, May 27, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,497 by FisherKingKQJ

Just gather, my dear, once, though long ago,
I was too rapt and precious when I'd rate
The classic sonnets matchless creative flow
Some naive tour-de-force could not infiltrate.
Like classic muses past, you keep in stow
Of memory, prepubescent, you wait,
Quite ballroom dancing mine for months, in tow...
Wrong school enrolment cost me my soul mate.
In my life coincidences still astound,
I was born a row boat ride from the city
Searched by steeled crusaders' parlous pity,
Where octet butted sextet, first press bound.
Damsel dear, look under thy car bonnet,
Note two hundred horsepower haul a sonnet.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 bonnet
o $10,000,000 hood
o $10,000,000 lid

[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]

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Saturday, May 23, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,496 by FisherKingKQJ

I'll make your three dee portrait muse exact,
One sketch first, though, where ideas sort in place,
Rhymes can drop framework, pretty interface,
Where reference points fix each facet fact.
I'll hew from single honeycomb cell tract
As I walk round, my eyes can then embrace
Your gorgeous curves as chisels leant grace,
Ascend invisible thread, hex bolt abstract.
I've learnt from you to buckyball fine tune,
I'll go launch enjambe or lock in phrases,
Stroke of rubber small mistakes erases,
Yes, holy spirals figure none too soon.
Thou, damsel, now ascend a sonnet,
Hundreds horse power under metal bonnet.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 sonnet
o $10,000,000 lyric
o $10,000,000 poem

[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]

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Thursday, May 21, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,495 by FisherKingKQJ

You shall not ever grow old, my sunshine,
As long as your recall accosts my heart-
A young girl waltzing three four, then spin mine,
A slow turning wide arc, our bonding start.
Your pendant cross and earrings post divine,
Your whirl of white hair is kinetic art,
Your miniskirt stretched tight on tights, cuts fine,
Your wrists in bangles wreathed are quite apart.
With my right hand on your curvaceous hip,
My left hand raised aloft in your right hand,
Your breath close, almost my ambrosial sip,
Your flicking fringe locks tease my lips, unplanned.
As long as love in your heart stirs, my fair,
I'll sponsor you the next stem cell repair.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 fair
o $10,000,000 beautiful
o $10,000,000 pretty

[Autocube3 for 3d interactive movies.]

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Friday, May 15, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,494 by FisherKingKQJ

The wandering bard sang to the adorable but ill
damsel the following lyric.

The mandarins grow ripe while roses bloom
Boldly red and orange off the season,
Evil occupation pressed the reason,
Transplanted here by governors in gloom.
As autumn was poor Eve and Adam's fall,
The villain go-between engaged the lord
As well as serfs and shuffled swift accord,
His line being feint sunlight or none at all.
The villain said is squire Ced, this his fief,
His talking parrots, crows, rooks and magpies
He sends to corners wide as valued spies,
By homing pigeon he plots his next brief.
His lord teaches ravens whom he hatches
Skills with skeleton keys, snibs and latches.

The damsel wiped a tear from her eyes.
She said, 'Even if the birds kept mum
they'd be a reminder of his forward
omnipresence. Just as I'm recovering
from these energy draining tumours, the
state is going into steep decline.' At the
trivial fork in the highway, the litter
and the bard parted ways, he whistling,
the damsel sniffing and sobbing, and her
servants mutely adjusting nozzles on the
four hot air balloons bouyed and tied on
each corner handle.

[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
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a study toward sonnets #1,493 and #1,494
by FisherKingKQJ
#1,493
The damsel wiped a tear from her eyes as she sat
in the darkened gods, her sunshine hair catching
on the pale aisle lights.

So long and yond ago it was that you
Thrummed your black fret balalaika, and sang
Of pitched crusade, my heart inspects the pang
And would relive the epic larks anew.
My litter turned, I parted drapes, veils too,
Tears rolled down my cheeks, God, I'd got the hang
Of alloy-chemy, your pure ingot clang,
Lead envelope round soft gold, soldered flue.
Ratchet pegs with oval heads of opal,
Sharp three point box embossed with thirty grails,
Songs known spoils of sacked Constantinople,
You sang, of Jesus heads, Last Supper, tails.
I drank my pee, murdered my skin tumours,
Old wives tales deliberated rumours.

Saturday, May 09, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,492 by FisherKingKQJ

My darling damsel, now I've come to court,
By large to sack your father's city-state,
The armada has seized and rigged the port,
A wizard warrior Fisherking tolled fate.
I cannot kill your family in sport,
And seek your fleshed out, beautiful portrait,
I feel a love for lovely you, my forte
Instead my trumpets shall entrance and bait.
Your walls shall crumble quickly as I mix
A theme of ours with those of your old foe,
Great cacaphony I'll as well affix,
The bugles blaring your theme, wondrous woe.
I'll pitch you hydraulic-pneumatic pipes,
Convey you bricks on built air, hover types.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 pipes
o $10,000,000 flues
0 $10,000,000 tubes

[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]

On the last rehearsed syllable to echo round
the mountains, Sir Ubucud remounted his
steed and spurred him down to the valley.
The Fisherking had told him the grail was
a silver coin with the face of Jesus on heads,
and the Last Supper on tails, one of thirty
silver coins minted for Judas by the Pharisees
as commemorative coins, prophetic and
recursive, and these he was determined to
give to his damsel love as the most valued
relics in Christian auction.

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Friday, May 08, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,491 by FisherKingKQJ

(The first person avatar for this soliloquy is
fictional and any resemblance is pure coincidence.)

Your fishnet stocking went straight on screen
Beneath my gently stroking thorough thumb,
Your flexed knee zone then zoomed out, striking dumb
Poor old me, young you the overnight has-been.
You're paparazzi downsized, done more lean,
That Peeper net log runs from plum to rum,
You're photogenic, but flawed as they come,
You spill your guts on line, bare soul then glean.
You mine deep Oodle Ruts, inlay baroque
Street corner cameos - tramps, kids, tarts and clods,
You bag off Bluffway bit players who're stone broke,
And mime acts get your shoulder shrugs and nods.
Gossip blogger, your red tousled tresses
Are put right by some touch screen caresses.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 tresses
o $10,000,000 bangs
o $10,000,000 locks

[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]

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Thursday, May 07, 2009

Net Phone

o disposable phone numbers
for privacy generated by
pressing a yellow heart on
the touch screen, as on
a poker machine

o prepaid for security

o bonus bond application for
regulating flow of cash on a
global network, traced by
raffle draw once every twenty
four hours

Friday, May 01, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,490 by FisherKingKQJ

Can you spare a second, darling Jenny?
True love sets out the blueprints for pair,
That decades flow by mostly pleasant fare,
Kisses ministered hot, warm and many.
I sought angling one sweet girl, not any,
For whom I could immediately show care,
For whom in hard times I'd fast, else go spare,
She'd be low key pretty, no catchpenny.
Will you spare a second, honey Jimmy?
True love calls on master plans for couple,
Decades should run past conserving supple,
Hugs being hard, soft, heated, sharing shimmy.
I waited, sighed and languished way too long,
Until I saw you, you as came on strong.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 long
o $10,000,000 deep
o $10,000,000 tall

[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]

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Thursday, April 30, 2009

Dear Diary,
I've got a stock pile of 400 sonnets in first draft status,
but quality control is foremost, especially since I
started incorporating alliteration #1,060 onwards.
I feel the writing is improving and that it's at just
the beginning of things.
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a study toward sonnet #1,489 by FisherKingKQJ

Fair maid, I'll always click the driver door
Ajar for you, in nuances gallant knight,
Claim passenger front bucket seat my site,
As I admire your driving skills and more.
Your whitened teeth ask mutely, do adore,
I'm harnessed by your hair, so like sunlight,
On your inspiring smiles my dreams take flight,
I've memorised grail chivalry for sure.
Time long past hid four eyes, his hit and run,
Rich old dad's spoilt astigmatic teen brat,
That show off driver- damn right I'm no son -
His phone in passport, bad breath, and all that.
Fair maid, you respect engineering,
Thee I love, set on simple power steering.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 engineering
o $10,000,000 contrivance
o $10,000,000 machination

[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]

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Barry Bumblebee 3d interactive script
Starring award wager winning Cathy Cobweb as Sally Spider!
Cast:
Bert Pollen...as Barry Bumblebee
Harry Hornet...as Wally Wasp
Cathy Cobweb...as Sally Spider
You...as Cameo

Barry: Get up off the bench, drink some of this mead.
Wally: I'm glad to find that even sleeping rough
on a park bench that I command respect.
Barry: But I'm treating you so kindly in a
general way, it's my old charity
work - buskers, homeless, retards, I throw them
a coin or two for their next meal or mead.
Wally: No thanks. What do you do for a buzzing?
Barry: I trade reliable low yield bonus bonds.
Wally: You are a fool. The government bail outs (decants, exits, outs $100)
are there to keep houses unaffordable
just like they were in the good old bad days.
Barry: Are you sure that you don't want a sip of
mead in meantime? I imagine it must
be hard sleeping rough on a park bench.
Wally: I don't care for your malicious libels,
Barry Bumblebee. This is, according
to my firebrand lawyer, as his gratis work
an origami honeycomb. So there.
Barry: Adieu. Here comes Sally Spider, queen (boss, mistress, queen $100)
of the world wide prison tattoo. Good luck.
Sally: The world of insects an open prison.
Wally: And you its scrumptious turnkey. Love bite me.
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Cameo descends deus ex machina into the avatars in bold type
by reading the scrolling dialogue in a 60%/40% mixture of
voice, character/cameo first person, then collects a $100 worth
of bonus bonds on the cell phone convertible into cash after
a raffle draw every 24 hours.
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Tuesday, April 28, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,488 by FisherKingKQJ
brought to you by the Punters' Union,
where the workers give to charity and
are not the charity.

You glance where our relationship is going,
Or not, I'm searching tangible, odd signs
In migratory patterns, points and lines
And grids in gliding groups, all gust types knowing.
It's through birdwatching women now I'm owing
Up as mad, Cupid's bow tracks sinewy sines
And snaky cosines, where my brain inclines,
Your vertebrae through sheer peach shading showing.
As there's two kingfishers, which mean water,
As there's four native pigeons, read outreach;
As there's one gull fledgling, sworn no slaughter,
Brown mackerel, the adult herring gulls weigh each.
The black leg, bill, and eye seagulls are new,
Dear, what's your parallax, if point of view?

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 new
o $10,000,000 current
o $10,000,000 fresh

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Friday, April 24, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,487 by FisherKingKQJ

Babe, close by, you're the only one who's cared
At all for the me in my great worries
You've said that problems can be conquered shared,
Not dismissed a mad life, its empty flurries.
Don't think of them as bottled, first time aired,
I've cut off a friend who favour curries,
Who's supercilious when my soul's once bared,
Who zooms hurdles down and elsewhere hurries.
As she'd lament not strangling me at birth,
I'll name you all brand new my next of kin-
To thank you, girl, just where do I begin?
You sign off warranties of what I'm worth.
You lilt, baby, dear, there's no more dungeon,
And no more depression which you'll plunge in.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 dungeon
o $10,000,000 oubliette
o $10,000,000 prison

[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]

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Thursday, April 23, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,486 by FisherKingKQJ

Next chime that I fall hard in love, no charm
To keep her interest, it's false as fibs;
How I miss touching, tickling her ribs,
My diplomacy can be dodgy harm.
Our love nest turned her cause for some alarm,
A bedroom flush with fountain pen gold nibs,
Rough stacks of books and so on, my rare balm,
No place for rattles, pull ups, kiddy cribs.
Next time that I fall hard in love, I'll front
And say she'll draw more heat from her toy dog
Where deep hypnosis cds are no stunt,
I'll be close by all night, writing web log.
I'll click the driver door ajar, your car,
As quite a knight, then ask you how you are.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 car
o $10,000,000 automobile
o $10,000,000 vehicle

[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]

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Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Dear Diary,
The watch I'm wearing I bought in 1986 is drop dead gorgeous and loyal still,
and at the time some of its cutting edge technology, the LCD part of the display,
well, noone knew how long they'd last. And you guessed it - the face is a black
hexagonal. Black hexagonals with a grey border are the theme of the upcoming
link to my Google site, the killer application being net bonus bonds, hexagonals
on the touch screen interface; with multi scale hexagonals on the reverse
solar panel side in a swirling cobweb theme, now won't that be drop dead
gorgeous?
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Monday, April 20, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,485 by FisherKingKQJ

Bee eye tee see aitch is just what she is,
I can't bring myself yet to claim it, though;
Apart from her congenial, warming whizz,
She's one engulfing grey nought, zero, o.
Apart from her vowing herself never his,
I find her smallprint tedious, but so-so;
Apart from her good looks, well lent a squizz,
I read her yawn inducing mugs, slo-mo.
Aside from her reach, kind to strangers' kids,
I gauge her mundane moments, more time out;
Aside from her empathetic, shy pout,
I swear her wheeler dealer, dull as skids.
So, help me, have you here seen her of late?
I want to pick her up, Miss Underweight.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 late
o $10,000,000 current
o $10,000,000 recent

[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]

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Saturday, April 18, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,484 by FisherKingKQJ

Thank you, mosaic twin, you give much to me,
You're too loving, lock out Pyrrhic victory,
You're not one who'd wage a war for glory,
Again I talk in terms of us and we.
My green eye blindspots bid my dark heart see
Your eyes one brown, one blue, half formed, hoary,
Swam amniotic fluid to swell my story
I'm mosaic, too, but selfish nth degree.
My hair is grey and yours reborn is black,
They divvy up my head my part, your patch,
Your black hair thickens on my ageing back,
My nose, eyebrow,and ear hairs bristle thatch.
Immortalised by love through living Christ,
Or rogue stem cells at razor sliced and diced.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 Christ
o $10,000,000 Messiah
o $10,000,000 Saviour

[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies]

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Friday, April 17, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,482 by FisherKingKQJ

My fine true love, default, a second best
To your sweet older sister, is it true
That after all this time that I love you
And none else, all past lovelies now assessed?
A darling cling tight way you'd often dressed,
Your honey hair and peach on cream cheek hue
And spark blue eyes which ever could review
Now resonate, my trembling heart attest.
The civil war secedes as ancient past,
Late volunteered an old reserve recruit
I ask that you forgive this brainless brute
Unfamiliar with kids, old flags half mast.
Let me hold you so that none then may thieve
From you a breath I gasp at, or aggrieve.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 thieve
o $10,000,000 rob
o $10,000,000 steal

[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]

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Thursday, April 16, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,483 by FisherKingKQJ

As on your older sister I was sold-
Can you forgive me this attuned mistake?
She's twenty carat ingot white gold,
You're fine white crumbling gold, all dust and flake.
As you're in fact the better twentyfold,
As you're one whom she hides for sibling's sake,
Whom she offends, enforcing gossip told
Against blokes may be foreign, on the make.
I don't know if this is a chance to choose,
If engaged to someone suited better,
You can give me lowdown right to letter,
I move, insider you, you've more to lose.
If she does love you always more than me,
I love you close, uncannily set free.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 me
o $10,000,000 (German 'me')
o $10,000,000 (Chinese 'me')

[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]

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Tuesday, April 14, 2009

a study toward sonnet #1,481 by FisherKingKQJ

Eruption lava cooling can emboss
Old mammal bones, scale all up massive heaps,
Old gorge of reptiles on Galapagos,
When fish can fly imaginative leaps.
Dear Evelyn, sixties facts were candy floss,
No plucked and boiled old poultry met the sweeps,
As feathered dinosaurs were nuisance dross,
No academic points for squawks and peeps.
Their universe of vacuum stands now full
Of dark, repulsive, springy anti stuff,
The propagandist prior cremated puff,
His legend that eye mask he made of wool.
From now four score years, we'll build, as may be,
Atom at a time, our test tube baby.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 maybe
o $10,000,000 feasibly
o $10,000,000 perhaps

[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]

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Dear Diary,
The meter I use is called blank verse or iambic
pentameter, the beat falling on the second syllable,
0101010101
else to accommodate feminine rhymes at times,
trochaic pentameter
1010101010
with no extra syllable, so that the Autocube3
can pay punters in blocks of ten syllables,
as newspaper reporters used to be in neat
bundles; dipthongs are valued one syllable
for neatness and future proofing; as the eye
lags enough going from end of one line to
start of next; as bombast words such as
the, it, but etc can plug the switch from
feminine rhyme to masculine rhyme; as
Italian feminine rhymes such as
sociology/psychology considered rubbish
in English are actually standard fare in
Italian, and which I won't touch for
the aesthetic reason that it's not perfect
rhyme across three syllables - that is
the real reason there are so few
rhymes in English, a superior aesthetic.
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