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schmaltz pookiness treacle
Golden key to the gates of the Celestial City.

a study toward sonnet #798 by FisherKingKQJ

You were the only straight male in the club,
I held you at arms length for the tango;
Infatuation I thought some mummy's boy flub
Though acceptable through rules quango.
We were as one while doing the fandango,
You sobbed in my ear while the band did wail;
You poured me vodka, orange and mango,
One two punches, puppy love quick stale.
You served three long months in an open gaol
For kidnapping me on your drunken lark;
Wherefrom your sorry letters did prevail,
I kissed and cherished each lit watermark.
I love your good behaviour bonded schmaltz,
Drop your tyre iron for an excuse me waltz.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 schmaltz
o $10,000 pookiness
o $10,000 treacle

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Dear Diary,
I feel we're very close here, under the umbrella of Google, to fulfilling my vision of a margin of
dialogue text down the side of every tv screen on the planet.
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS

a study toward sonnet #797 by FisherKingKQJ

Your opponents thrive on great vanity,
Your attention divert from their own dirt,
Your sparkling facade reeks insanity,
To be pained inside is still type of hurt.
It's better then to risk your fitted shirt
By mortgaged duplex, bug freehold dump;
Sky high and pokey, you may flag and flirt,
You'll dolly up dry rot, sell prior to slump.
What hunch do you house in an aching clump
In your lower gut but hookworms symbiotic
Who feed on your soul, harness inner rump,
Who drag you down fatigued and vitriolic?
Below, hookworms on you lovingly feed,
I feel the councillor dull landlord fee'd.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 feed
o $10,000 dine
o $10,000 sup

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hips midriff pelvis
A key to the gates of the celestial city.

a study toward sonnet #796 by FisherKingKQJ

You dragged three silver clips out of my hair,
And tresses on my shoulders flowed about,
Your fingerpads began to comb and snare,
My racing heart declared a thumping rout.
You raised my buttocks onto tile and grout,
And mirrors all round were bold and snide,
My kiss abridged your garbled, wanton spout,
Your buss cut short my protest as guide.
Your digits fumbled, then unclipped aside
My bra cups quickly, my head stirred annoyed,
And yet I surrendered to swirl and glide,
I closed my eyes, struck by some asteroid.
You forced my thighs closed round your hips,
Marched cross my decolletage with your lips.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 hips
o $10,000 midriff
o $10,000 pelvis

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a study toward sonnet #795 by FisherKingKQJ

Raven haired witch whom I now resented?
She was just his widowed sister in law;
Hanger on ash blondes whom he presented?
They were personal assistants in awe.
Vamping frizzy mulatto, all round draw?
She was some ad agency dyke model;
Busty limpet redhead who was red raw?
She was a cub reporter comp up for doddle.
He loved my weirdness, offered some coddle,
Could well ignore paranoia for love's sake,
Play act as this cowboy high with yodel,
Or this gaunt guru winding up a snake.
I was so dreamy perfect not set straight,
Outside my guesses, for him perfect mate.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 straight
o $10,000 plumb
o $10,000 true

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a study toward sonnet #794 by FisherKingKQJ

Those beestung lips I thoroughly worship,
Enticed with mysteriously mouthing mime;
Aloud she whispered, for me, "boor" let slip,
I sashayed past her crowd to fix the clime.
She covered her mouth with a hand sublime,
Veined marble, shadowed white alabaster,
Her friends laughed at her joke before its time,
Splayed her fingers, fingered said disaster.
Yet she was still urged onward diss faster,
She conned my anxiety and stiff unease,
Changed my sad looks now as gallant blaster,
What I thought myself, she wrote off tease.
I was no bore, grabbed meekly her life bouy,
I could wear their snide remarks as her boy.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 bouy
o $10,000 marker
o $10,000 signpost

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Trivia, babel, clickityclick. Music aspires to being language...and I can prove this by stacking
m.-rse code on top of vu/rse code for machine language sound tracks to 3d interactive movies.

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RED GREEN BLUE

SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS
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lam run scarper

a study toward sonnet #793 by FisherKingKQJ

I've scuffled on through that dichotomy:
I feel adrift in crowds, or lone alone;
My recall has missed sharp, dire lobotomy,
The pain of love lost downbeat half tone.
The first tart who cut me short making known
Was a shrinking violet called Belinda;
The second tart who built me up for disown
Was a snooty highbrow called Melinda.
Was a grifting gypsy called Lucinda
Who kissed me off, third tart full of cancer;
Was a moodswing careerist called Linda
Who gave me the slip, fourth tart poledancer.
With each I felt lonely, self on the lam,
My limo is fine for now, far from a sham.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 lam
o $10,000 run
o $10,000 scarper

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The tunes I've been coming up with are sweet, but they arise out of the text itself. The
rhythm is held down with a religious chant of the text in the background. Perhaps it is
v u / rse code not unlike m . _ r se code?
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS

a study toward sonnet #792 by FisherKingKQJ

To think that I would give you brush off,
Though you were most polite and sincere;
At your dress code would sometimes scoff
Behind your back, or otherwise wince near.
Your tartan punk did not evince a sneer,
As my girlfiends believed you rather nice;
I felt my spirit to your wooing dints steer
From alpha male sleet, my own preppy ice.
About your arching mohawk I thought trice,
Acquired taste for weed cookies as vegan,
Cried slacker dirt your black-in-mourning vice,
Our kidnaps of lab animals thus began.
As you went bald your mohawk fit a hood,
For love I grew dreadlocks inside a snood.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 hood
o $10,000 bonnet
o $10,000 flap

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a study toward sonnet #791 by FisherKingKQJ

I have a daemon who's blandly neuter,
I have a demon who's kindly female,
Who would I be telling which is cuter?
Compounded seemly, they might derail.
My badge is chromosome repressed detail,
Various calibrations of male nipples,
My lips at daemon's bosom lightly ail
I hunger for demon's barren tipples.
They stir taboos, narcisstic big ripples,
X as corrupt Y, doubt as glands render,
Frame us incomplete sun faded cripples,
I've partitioned them gender, transgender.
Fix a date between demon and daemon?
If they're a hit, so tell me to dream on.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 daemon
o $10,000 imp
o $10,000 sprite

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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS

a study toward sonnet #790 by FisherKingKQJ

I'm young, with it, fan of none but myself,
The gymn, galpals and career all come first,
I hook my partners off the rack or shelf,
Like you I like to quench an ample thirst.
In hook up handjob, we're expertly versed,
Anonymous no strings Friday night ruck,
For just one month, then anywhere dispersed,
To strangers who guess fitful feeling muck.
A pity that you were hit by a tractor truck,
I rubbernecked you near the ambulance,
You can imagine my shock, I thought yuck,
Nightclubs too dear for hooking up by chance.
Enjoy extreme makeover, get well soon,
My brand new hook up is a handier boon.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 soon
o $10,000 anon
o $10,000 briefly

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a study toward sonnet #789 by FisherKingKQJ

My fetish started with overheard chats
About bleach blondes, their dark pubic hair;
Were whitish tresses on their crowns ersatz?
If roots were dark, why colour the rest fair?
Whatsoever one man does scrunchie swear,
Another fellow does oath as cock ring;
I was too much the artist for such ware,
With digital photojournalism my thing.
My bag swung micromini strutting bling,
Upskirting her childish brazilian at best;
I felt two portly maori wardens fling
Themselves on me styled citizens arrest.
The judge looked out for any poor redhead,
I did a month in jail for hot street cred.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 redhead
o $10,000 bloodnut
o $10,000 flamepoll

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a study toward sonnet #788 by FisherKingKQJ

You call me baby then babe with a smile,
Side from baby talk, I'm gurgle happy,
Enjoy your overweaning mummy style,
I dream myself wearing a mansized nappy.
Financial distractions make you snappy,
The feintest sniffs of better life arraign,
Open callous, you're peg on nose crappy,
Belittle and disown me scatterbrain.
Your practised feelings far off appertain,
I worry my lips might lipservice drugs,
As my desires on bloated wet nurse train,
Fend me from tinted glass, black limo thugs.
You tease when you deny me your nipple,
Though I'm your unconditional cripple.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 nipple
o $10,000 areole
o $10,000 teat

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