viva! viva! viennagram!
July 23, 2003, 23:30

[MESSAGE RECEIVED:]
{sundown}
endless endings of sister flyeyes 
tasting the dynasty of the blues and green-reds,enter under jacussi pumps
[BULLHORN:]
sister flyeyes tries to gain admittance to the front face, but is strangled and gagged on sight
the boat is sinking, tom berube, and you’re looking for a genetic match
take care, and take sister flyeyes and stuff her carpet body down the filthy stormdrain
put your troubles in a pile, tom berube, and save the search for another night...
{dusk}
[TELEPHONE WIRE:]
"good work, the degenerate wagon! quickly, pick some 14 boosters and we’ll play darts with the sheriff"
[CLASSIFIED:]
he’s busy waiting and tasting the soup with the small of his pinky finger
I turn to test the pressure, the teeth blink red, and the picture levels sideways
Now the sherriff is playing darts with ho chi minh but its his sideways sister, B ne eunp (pune bine)
[TELEPHONE WIRE:]
"Better stick to what you know, frank." 
[CLASSIFIED:]
while Pune Bine picks the plaque from her molar,she sucks it back in, breathing heavily, as if it were as cold as a chocolate malt milkshake.
{twilight}
Back at midnight, the twins and tom berube were busy doing the stomp
Pounding on some faust and ringing lightbulbs they’d found in the study
[BULLHORN:]
They asserted their fauxen curls to [READY:] and [STEADY:] and blew tom berubes flammable whiteout scalp into a birth of blue flame
{dawn}
The twins slept the whole night and ate pancakes in the morning, their shadows had grown into frothy smoking silk that shown brightly in the morning twilight.
[END VIENNAGRAM:]