compression operators crown a palace
of hysterical counterparts amidst kettled storms
and overlapping office walls
in the days of les nessman
cotton pants were deemed unpopular "proper nouns"
in hasty waterfowl curriculum
shaping condensed theater policies for decades
what do you do when you go
into a bookstore and find only spoons?

intended campuses and waved vendors
scratch at the descriptive tourist algorithm
only to find that chunk warehouses
and layer pump algorithms mindfully laugh
at the symbolic beef circuitry
glove charters beside yellow telephones
exit with prototypes of sunrise frisbees
lacking turntable pressures and jovian faucet collapses
what did I have for breakfast?

somehow my pants survived buffet expansion
it was the first time i ate two pieces of cake
in an enormous amount of years (4000 or 3?)
i suspect there are counterexamples available
from a martian perspective
but i sure do like to face south
when i'm in a uni-mart parking lot
sidewinding cartridges delay their anteater prominences
i'm not sure if you can smell solar faculae
but i think i just did

liver treats are scattered across the floor
the sounds of sniffing and slurping
emanate off the four surrounding walls
questionable biscuits initiate teapot procedures
and various tunnel anthologies group around
dull envelopes and multiple postscripts
amidst the carbon planets
i smell parrots and shy art bubbles
i redirect my atoms around rectangular hotel patents
what was that smell again?

sniffers and cookies are squirming about
in the puppy bowl awaiting the sounds of heavy sniffing
my ordinary potato treks a forum assembly with better
scrolling and shorthand infrastructure proteins
my glass of eggnog becomes acquainted
with tooth yawns and boiling vinyl physics
outside the "brass breeze orbits" room
am i guaranteed a tax rebate or
should i just have some more caramel bugles?

my clipped biology clogs my optics
with calendar flushes and roundabout gloves
duplicate dummies and market newsletters
return me to a kingdom of numerals and
kettle arch studies from prized paradox twists
a baffling copper protocol sounds off the
"conjecture degree slice arithmetic colors" doors
flapping dangerously, only to find peas and
over-indulgent waving patterns
what's for lunch today?

sometimes i know what popeye is thinking about
each puzzle sweep counts rigorous infrastructure coal
frowns only to find tomato overlap and
garden railroad questionnaire referendums
my ongoing metal newspaper mess talks
with nostalgic boggle games while the
computer thirsts for 7-up and well-perceived
arcades and island bicycles
anyone care for a kaiser roll?

peanut butter and roasted vegetables are fed
through a tutorial director
parked headlines and jedi warriors skip lavatory events
in order to sponsor prolonged chancellor automobiles
on my island i see theorems
i have a duplicate composition about communist cobbler bays
and my luggage cables disable my relief
i scratch my nose when i hear cracking sounds
emanating from my split pea and ham soup

an implausible chocolate table sneaks past
a custard framework for a disco biography
my anthology gets misprinted when i use
swirly straws when drinking my cake
a specialist counterexample of a "behind the algorithm"
stageshow causes a thoughtful dependence on penny fishes
cheese paragraphs and overlapping asparagus chords
hum like a pile of kneepads
how many teaspoons of sugar?

a legitimate jet sets a precedent with writer jams
and supermarket platforms
my hearing tube gets introduced to the dealer gloves
and an eighteenth-avenue symphony
frustrated sneakers pretend "west yawns geography"
is the reformed headline and criterion for adding hoses
to the "whatever loose whale" doors
when do the curtains clog the allowable anomalies?

described concrete and advanced scenery colors interfere
with inaccessible postcards containing
contemporary cylinder instructions
missed column supplements sigh when the conspicuous gnomes
bring their undetectable laundry and dash commentators
the book of the day turned out to be
"around the authority file in 80 days"
should i bring a spoon?

Hungry ironing boards hop along mole migration lines
but discover straightforward ways of arranging
polyphonic wrap sandwiches
a lunatic warp confuses the metro gulf scream
and strains the filtering of "piggapotamus" treats
unconvincing literature makes me feel like
an optical retired recipe for pineapple cookies
is phoenix the predecessor of misunderstood picnic tables?
does my nose hear shoe particles?

academic bicycles and un-whatever frameworks deliver
patient pants and unguided physicists to the
edges of the rhubarb pie table
copper livers and astronomical campus lighting schemes
appreciate the bubbling ghonks of yesterday
while blanket gas permeates refreshed soap
and a pile of vowels
jean stapleton likes abbreviations
but knows to retract an automobile
from a revolutionary garage
i can fold my nose

handling exams sailing spins tail
knocks change fishes
historic onion moderate prototype
multiplied goals vocabulary fumes
designer disorder
my scarce garage opens lunchtime
unspecified parades bacterium squad

my 32 pocketed-shirt left out 32 groans
as it awoke in the early hours of the morning
my staircase sighs below my multi-ton feet
silver ducks eat chocolate foam mechanisms
and compress yeti verbs with their shape bombs
and colorful refrains
casual flipping centers bounce their angled forks
over a bowl of gibberish and spicy washingtonian sauce
is there a better way to pipe butter into hamper canyon?

donated boggle games shift sloppy amplifiers
around professor flashes
my parrot paperback recovers percentage bugs
and composite passenger brush
at the risk of sounding like a frog
i intervene in kingdom enthusiasm
and stringent ladder remedies
texts fiddle down the intellectual batch
and eminent philosophy slideshows
am i now a railroad or a bus route?

"the waters of my sink" is a featureless ood order
with rounding nerves, bulletin museums, and flushed specimens
my elite spellchecker guides the cookie pump-pump
through a series of trouser chalks and listener formulae
i smell the resources and am reminded of the ice cream
parameter days and microwaved font shifts
are my shoes interactive or did i just turn myself into a pdf file?

dried stories surround a busy oil puddle
suppressed by dining room structures
i concentrate until the baffling grapefruit juice
squeezes my nose
a spectrum of custard from the "whatever zone"
finds wet wheels, unusable salts, and frozen synonyms
the couch points at the computer keyboard
it desires a coat from ebay

after whatever beef concatenates traditional natural ears
an antique colleague bucks and errs heavier subsidiaries
concealed sopapillas and mistaken livers ride genius postcards
to the voter opus "wombat ocean"
a revolution and a grain phrase intervene only to substitute
sweeping tomes of talking scum
what does my stomach think about this?

Consecutive lesson orbits are thrown through
sky exits past wide interior storms
the tricky era, apart from boredom
bounce rears the landscape jokes
and ecological participants
sesame street cyclists hide behind private menus
and master continental corn treks
why isn't my country a biscuit?

in the days of meatloaf man
licensed sinks finished magic marker singular grasses
backspace interpreters are liable to snag
universal incomprehensibles from the unattended whoops
inside our geographical dialect cluster
behind the sauce, air resumes its conversational algorithms
with a coarse attack on feet steam
this morning i found my peptobismol to be illiterate

my debugger hums like an ambient tangerine dream piece
from the 1970s when its eyesight herds a flooded downhill
justifiable commentators stare at gas straws and
prime up their ideology on arriving companies
of distinguished fuss rots
the bench emerges from a desert of nuclear hams
and meets the parabolic guests
french fries are exchanged

i am rescuing invaluable algebra
and my cramped oar listens to uncommon bubbles
recruiting nuisance and exhibit bumps
from anonymous amplifier abstracts
i fold my ears when i hear the cuckoo peripherals

a dessert tactic whistles past stamped research
on fossilized champagne glasses and
wide-street pavement cleaners
shareholders repair my idea bicycle with
attached bottle dashes and disconnected blankets
a taxpayer gleefully skips by with an invitation
to the reassuring baggage and doctor who party held
at the esteemed earl houser forest preserve
do i bring macaroni or my core records backlog?