1. |
announcement
00:10
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2. |
skukkedy skomas
01:29
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i’ve got skukkedy skomas on my kaktinomas and i’ve got plick t’plouknies on my bick t’bounknies
b’brun tun icketoba icky snuu ikisniki snoba b’brun tun icketoba
icki snoo icky snicky snaeyy
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3. |
byron ussyman
02:52
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byron ussyman comes here to do nothing to you
byron ussyman comes here to do nothing to you byron ussyman byron ussyman byron ussyman
puck pogeypants goes there to do maneuvers to you puck pogeypants goes there to do maneuvers to you buddhist maneuvers buddhist maneuvers buddhist maneuvers buddhist maneuvers buddhist maneuvers buddhist maneuvers
but not to non-believers
hoolsvork dings on the dinny doplerth
is a drop worth fuffin in the muugatuunias chewin up petunias?
i don’t even strum on the stricky stramyos i get a mickel on the maños
with a b’nucky and a moon-thucky ubrenay go get a dog-patch flower
sew it into a yellow dress
‘yes’ said the clean green queen when she saw the brown gippy gown: ‘this must be the work of byron ussyman’
byron ussyman comes here to do nothing to you byron ussyman came here to do nothing to you byron ussyman etc
puck pogeypants went there to do maneuvers to you buddhist maneuvers etc
byron ussyman etc
buddhist nothing to
buddhist nothing to
buddhist nothing to you
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4. |
water weasel music
01:37
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5. |
cruubi buubi
02:11
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“cruubi buubi inno thuubi margy pargy fwendle exxovade urga snurga krakto furga endra valgobark a snuba vixx-quaid smygo blygo, barks-u-nydo havvu lampus in gr’mix-u-mir algo thorbus vanso nlorbus pengy snengy wicky dicky dade”
go kwaidle up a st’puujna buddy
on a gippy swaith of j’kemptros go napple on a k’vast o’rapple
in a thwicky bark of g’nistrodade harmo lummy lork vork strockto n’pippendy paper in a bush waitin for a push back to the front of the sugar hunt: no-one found a muffin yet
go rumble up a j’quacknodyce
if you’re hungry chew a piece of ice-straw its a nice jaw that gets defined
by the milky muscles of imagination while on vacation i saw a dusky duck dance rivetingly into the void
far from annoyed, i was inspired
it lit a fluffy fire in my mind
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6. |
vanthy rabus
07:08
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vanthy rabus norkuba
oan ick slim v’roangy tha
which maliger northiblé venoom
but hansibacker rogathone malinkunoid vorbula v’thorgenoid hober-wheels maloga peel
in black moroanky room
in the jickerwañh
hoping milst venickutha
wergy lope himpy thope
raggerd oably wastugra
im se northiblé
grick se dorkuwe
intrelga weepsathorgy oachenblingen flarrr
*thnick thnick thnick thnick thnick thnick thnick thnick thnick thnick thnick thnick banuga*
groam loga groam loga
helthy wagus snitchuvé
im pago loaprithees con
vwergy vantra lithumé
intelga norkubé
octaprino numpulé
gwista limpen frunguba of “nice pink soxx” grimp gramp grox
imp lars fox
gropu limpen helstagorthy orm bling roxx
a foomen dickunoid
helter swacky thnickuloid
in fachen frumbulunky antcha brink brox thnick thnick banuga etc and thnicky freestyle
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7. |
the butt-goat of Tutarpa
01:14
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machu machu ildi pildi kuma kuma natubé enga strauma muntugunti ilga morto spleegerack fimpy fimpy unto bunto narvo plesky vybneroath pleen d’sock n’gwixx,
a fummy fanterlork
vorpen orpa smenky decker empty lurg of ilgeroth nurvo swarvy pento jarvni macka snuuba heegeroth pinty grinty umblonarthy futo harben gimbetron fuuj g’nock d’tuuje
a glicky smenterbrae
fly like a winged dog over canada
you were born to be free there goes alesandro the butt-goat of tutarp
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8. |
ripple tea
00:43
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9. |
fuen snuga
03:12
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“welcome to fuen snuga its a land of demented fish welcome to fuen snuga its a land of demented fish some have 3 eyes some have 12 eyes
some are like a slimy cyclops
deep in a hole under the sun
melted in the murky water”
now if you gaze beyond the shallow surface of the lake into a place that’s ruled by mystic martian snakes slithering through the primal ooze of the universe then you travel through a twisting tunnel made of sponges and drink a bowl of lightning at the end
still you’ll never understand
all the secrets buried in the sand
at the bottom of the sea-ish land of demented fish h’ha h’ha
if you stick your head above the surface of the queer magenta mystic mountain water
what do you see?
‘i see snakes, lots of snakes, wearing crowns
and purple vests’
-vests without arms?
‘yes vests without arms’
now if you stick your head a little further up above the surface of the queer magenta mystic mountain water what do you see...what do you see??
‘i see deserts vast and wide
through which the serpents gently glide
over little hills, through a dripping black and greasy sea its too weird for me, its too weird for me
i have to go now i have to go now, goodbye
fields of mud and lakes of blood, its not your average sunday picnic but i brought my wife, some vegan cheese and a knife
i don’t know what i was thinking
cuz i got sucked down
to a hole in the ground
to the land of fuen snuuuuuuuuuuuuga
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10. |
mr jijjyboww
02:50
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mr jijjyboww jijjyboww jijjyboww boww
mr jijjybow, mr j’nowwstiboww
mr jijjyboww jijjyboww jijjyboww boww mr joww joww mr jnowwstiboww
mr jijjyboww wants to see you in his office at the end of the peppermint slide he’d like to discuss the building of a rocket out of straw for a devil dust ride
mr jijjyboww knows the cactus in an ally
he was jamming with it all of the night
and the plans for the spaceship are hangin from his hip he’d rather fly than have to get into a fight
mr jijjyboww asks nebraska for a bucket he can chuck it to orion’s belt but he had to tell the senator that he’s an invenitor imagine how he might’ve felt
mr jijjyboww gets a bucket from the government
to fling towards his starry home
and he swoops in the straw ship until he catches up with it and buckets back to where he’s frome
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11. |
fairylight delight
02:14
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12. |
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“stondiggliadanto merranto, nog noog noug naise stondiggliadanto merranto”
ibi bark buugi thampka
innerampka mo meefermorse
del deglidade uugi thuubi mansonuubi
thiffo huubi in a blonthark blixxt blaffodade huuni skuuni huuni skuuni
with a binth of g’ninth immo-rinth turga ninthopus ribitargy luma briskodarthy fundrahaybi allagoth duma snuutergay take a fillopay with a marskolé
rip a diggly donth a frum frimmanon uugi park jark willogade back home willogade back home
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13. |
Bobiknyr
02:15
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“wrap me up in your fantasy arms, bobiknyr
you’ll be the dragon who sheilds me from harm, bobiknyr there has been a lot of weird stuff going on lately and you know i would appreciate it greatly
if i could ride on your back when i need to get lofted away from all the noise”
you come swoopin down like a magic skyward porsche i feel like i just got to hold an ancient olympic torch
i can’t see anything but fire
splashin through the clouds they feel cool and refreshing
i feel like i just got to taste a really good chef’s best dressing i can’t taste anything but magic
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14. |
b'beezbojuck
02:38
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well once when i was feelin weird and strokin up my stringy beard i thought myself into a place that awed me in the struck
so i hopped a fence and ran towards
a glowing purple wondersword which etched upon my mind the nifty name b’beezbojuck
“b’beez b’jeez b’heez b’neez b’geez b’feez b’leez b’meez b’shestalope a nopes-u-rope a dark-u-noth terey b’beez b’jeez b’heez b’neez b’geez b’feez b’leez b’meez
i named my mind b’beezbojuck”
then we scrambled up an icy hill the milk of stars began to spill and slid us down the other side on a potato sled
the speed became a firetail which sent the postal dragon mail from smoke to smack they sang the tale of lord b’beezbojuck
next we lit the desert light an ancient rabbit lantern fight
in turkish baths to wash the furs from sins of ancient rome
but the candlemass was far too short to canter to the camel’s port where half a barren continent was beezing in the juck
the lumber lass was lusty on the limber slopes of ireland a fire lit in persia burned a biscuit in my brain
so i dipped it in a tasty tea i stole from jungle dynasties whom dinosaurs alerted to the beezing of the juck
the last thing that i’d like to say before the vacuum sucks away
the last thing that i’d like to say before the vacuum sucks away the feeling of the frolic freezing molten thought to page
is that my mind is just a door
a coat that astral goats have wore and hence the dense but happy mystic name ‘b’beezbojuck’
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15. |
dirty c thing
00:58
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16. |
a fluffy triangle
04:27
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*voazbark chippiark nipidipi dendra voazbark chippiark nipidipi day voazbark chippiark nipidipi dendra slu-voth a noth g’pick t’poe pae*
jimmy ralk 2-talque ralked upon the windowsill sippin cinnamon snakefood straight from a blark-tube yeah
you get a yellow face shovel-part groan is it sticky back home??
knock knock who’s there
double bob blurkson
who works in triple bob blurkson’s store there’s 5 of them icking the environment quintup-u-lup the cup is overflowing (with)
i’m hungry/ tryin to make friends with a triangle
and i hope i meet a fluffy one (triangular freestyle)
i’m a fluffy triangle do you like me? am i fluffy enough to be your friend?
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17. |
PVNBKTNY
02:18
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how pvnbktny are you?
how pvnbktny are you?
are you as pvnbktny as the b’ginkeny walrus-who-lives-on-the-wind?
are you more pvnbktny than pvnbktnasauruses have ever been?
“pvnbktny”
racing around on the back of a lizard “pvnbktny”
in training to become a wizard “pvnbktny”
has something (vaguely) to do with rocks and trees
lunnunt dunnunt downties out in mgecktny county lunnunt dunnunt downties
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18. |
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across the gravelly path, i saw the grimsunite shimmering ventwiskilly the moonlight in the eerie night
i thought i saw the roben-onobe around the firelight
but it was only a hound in the dancing eeby wireblight into the colorful trees, i melted easily
snorping all around me as i exhalated sneezily
while climbing to the top of the palace of semba-greckawee i noticed: a snee and a snoak, just to the left of me
“i amble with th-munkulunk down along the grumbulunk every night at 12 o'clock
and when the gracklebock grickles in the grombulated lane we see the panther in his new green socks”
icksambleyerva-winay, was that the snogwiloan snomping in the rabsinated forest-apple featherbone?
i thought i saw it sneaking away into the deep unknown glarping past the fithwickal mythical orblagony stone do you feel a graneel, beneath the argenblar squmbled in the squashtinal barrels of harold bondesnar is there a monsabindoor, upon a speckled star, rumpin' fumpaneed in the tumbleweed under gecklebar??
a wunksugator parthenova moaglinoabin harbrenon
the pather whackened flarbastenorgwaneenated bontumon trumbusnunksanargipuss the fumble-darkened arblenon farbling the harben-jenarble-ensnoaded greeble gron slimy puddlezones, gricktaphones and zarbling barkobeest mooing orchestras of grenter-hoably zoabwinoan- a cricket bowing and barking, jumping and zorbulating
on along the river of g-snithuated sound!
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19. |
funky mettul ostrich
00:50
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20. |
five mithelock
00:58
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screamin to the mithelock flyin with a pegasus underworld squishy fires of doom are cookin apples for me now
“scrim scrim scrummy tigerlock wings on a false buffalo
time for the french portuguese pig to come and jick a fluffy dance”
scrapin through the gricky atmosphere is it heavy is it grey?
deep inside the sticky forest of rust a giant sloth says ‘hey’
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21. |
morkin on jenoblin
03:21
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grun tam the lambeny who upon the fenzidark in a gricky gricky rye
well slark a wathery guy f’fimba goateny when the zocklebird flies
farn som the nombely in grackial shenombugrate a blinking zorbulathnee
slom grath a noabrily flow in febensulate bunkin under my knee
“harben even gobben morkin on jenoblin
we see the thembagrine gwell and slorben in z’moogen the blickwyated snubin rings a felba snickwyarthy bell”
grith grath gramble s’noo, j’jembla horiark with a sembla g’noad
i fee for the fye in the glue, h’hibsa norbenthark when the fumblist foad
hoa ackathoableman i niquify the nobleman on a feathery star
but damn balfa snoomian
falling on le moolian:
a fonqra jebzenembra glarr
what in the jebzery foe is in the greckleyard
i know it isn’t for me?
well tharbaheemian it greckles on gr’neemian.. for who else could it be
i in the fronskaway see how the rabithack tends to amble in the grass
but in twilerpabee gree, f’fonsimontuman you transinoble the past
gen thoabimoagulen
joax on fenoablegwar
falling into the fow
if in the tarmibly trees m’munkunoablamith
is there a semba grilounwh?
how selga where-b’tree fortled in sh’sheppabee in a greater g’noa
would eppiplethibar glar on th’thenquinar
in a bimfeny snow
not with a thoabeny foo would you come rambling down the arbiskontha fee
hot on the trail of the snail you slowly fembulate as far as you can see
what is the reason for oxen in the greblebox?
i thought they’d fallen asleep
when in a trumbagee night they amble easily along a stungwiny heap
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22. |
b'nildenick b'non-u-gon
04:30
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jizbuhénies mixoménies inga sninga binnega blénies orfa torfa in samorfa in a greena g’bex-u-lex
jimso limfo himso bimfo in d’gribbenabix a nymfo urnga nurnga bickendy burnga vrenk a ribbenanapse-u-lapse
“b’nildenick b’non-u-gon imfo timfo of a mazzeron bl’dinny doak day b’nildenick m’thisteron ippi puppo pluppi pae”
ento grenga nipto nenga hurst a nep di peppendy penga blum tu-tumpties um salumpties parth d’rargia lark-t’níne pinty grinty imti ninty fint a wiggle-a-bint a minty
jux a pux u list a nux a fween d’rothabegeen t’leen
chegdi charra nibdo narra fis d’wicketu listonarra
pum sodumso nimso numso nimba bickendy beckendy bam humto rumty unfenumpty un febuckenagwunt a nunty jurzo glurzen bickto burzen in the gwiffle-a-gwank tolé
inso pinso miss cominso grup-u-nuppedy lup so linso pesk a broney lip te loney en segrackenamack-u-lack far b’lombi in s’nombi grick te grommenenond a bondi fron s’mompy on s’lompy get the gweckenawixx away
shezbunadie ixtogradie blinto mibbenagarkty ladies brum bununda hum s’bunda ix fedoabenagixx-u-lixx prezdo shezdo izdemezdo feppendy fuppenanark-u-lezdo mickto gickto blick-u-nikto bux s’nuppedy lux-u-lax
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23. |
bumpedy mettul riff
01:24
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24. |
(s)klerpetch
01:46
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sklerpetch, a skluppen duppendy derpetch sklerpetch a skluppen duppendy day sklerpetch, a skluppen duppendy derpetch nurpetch a nuppen-thuppendy thway
algotch, a bucken thnumpedy thnalgotch a balgotch, a bucken thnumpedy thnay algotch, a bucken thnumpedy thnalgotch balgotch a bucken thnumpedy thnay
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25. |
fazzwazznika
01:59
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fazzwazznika got blazznika on hopo jazzwika igglugguaglade poured pugguapade
on blickto blugwinade
“shruppin up a p’pumpies, a d’dumpies a nipi nilligoth stroth benoth shruppin up a p’pumpies, a d’dumpies a nipi nilligoth stroth benoth”
imblorkwitork spilt snorkwilork on gickatorzda’s fork ‘forktenork!’
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26. |
suncamera
00:58
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27. |
fwagniotarpus
01:48
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i’m a fwagniotarpus i’m a fwagniotarpus i’m a fwagniotarpus
lets go back home and go to rome lets wear strange pants and go to france lets ditch our brains and go to spain
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28. |
binni snorkto
02:14
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binni snorkto, ivvu-va, ivvu-va binni snorkto vwé ah v’lum-tu-tumties binni snorkto, ivvu-va, ivvu-va binni snorkto vwé ah v’lum-tu-tumties
ivvu-va va va ivvu-va va
ivvu vivvu vivvu vivvu vivvu va vaa ivvu-va va va ivvu-va va,
ivvu vivvu vivvu vivvu va
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29. |
gwithamorkner
02:05
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prenda foomza vandersnork he travels underground bungled in the skeleton the grumblinoby sound tryin to bunglinate a snate in a plate in a great crate fumblinumpu i rumple on the wicker-vozzled fate
do you walk within the walgamus the purple open room falling down amongst the atmosphere of horben-plants in bloom when you waited for the lazy gate the slower moat to cross
i saw you riding and rolling and foaling on an albatross
“gwithamorkner, is it importn’er
to make a trouble in the gwezzathemortner?
or try to ride across the moat in the skeleton boat while all the bounkwinees are sitting in the corner?”
a jumbled arbzesnetherzon the cavern down below
it echoes monsivon zon in the b’blondradronal flow
i think you wouldn’t understand the z’heckle z’speckled throw jumping only over aldermites older than you would know
fee fow fowardice the oblimen are coming!
scrub the tubbing in the nubbing with the tumblinorben plumbing fybus grack the noable-oab and grick the grock it’s glumming: a rock sock knitted and fitted with fancy thumbing
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yellow eyed weary and dreary kaneeby flarbisan
i thoaben only oablenoad organ’n’norbit oni-foes cather-blackened tunnelfish funnel above the streeby-so
a dark and mossy escapade tumbled by rumble umberno
you care to be carried away from all the peftaglormer reformer fire heiroglyphs shifted through the sand?
or would you rather tumble through bumblebee-fumbled underbrush a rush of punsquidunderlush when sozzled on the land...
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30. |
woodsunfloor
01:44
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31. |
first flimsy flyer
02:30
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floating in the first flimsy flyer that i built out of hay when i managed to escape in the air that day
landing far in a cornfield patch i stay finding pleasant places whereupon my head might lay
out of the way of the noise
and the rust-eaten ploys
only sounds like a gust-rustle wind thrustle in talking quietly they spy on me
i noticed there lying under fair-haired fields
a shield covers me from the wind and the sound and the air and the ground
i sleep lyin in a heap deep down
under 7 levels of ground
circle around brown tunnels i found leading where?
there is a rabbit running wild doin boogies for miles just piled on a heeben-jarken phile now
trial of the underground sorcerer led by trees in the cavern breeze icy in the cooling air hair like the sea blowing in 3
out of the land shore island in a colorspectrum organwide side
glide easily in a funnelwind tunnel what’s begun’ll be done by the underground blather one
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32. |
fast growing redwood
00:48
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33. |
lazerthorpe
02:12
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“lazerthorpe is my name i am a cactus
i hardly ever seen the rain
with satellite spikes and glowing green veins i talk to whirlwinds on the western plains lazerthorpe is my name i am a cactus you wouldn’t understand my brain
with satellite spikes and alien veins
i know the secrets of the milky way”
are you a cactus knower?
cuz you could be a lightning thrower ancient desert electricity
and are you a non-box thinker
cuz you could be a cactus winker seeing only that which the cactus sees
antenna disguised as a cactus
its not actually disguised
we just have closed our eyes
to those kind of things
it broadcasts from a green dimension that’s a place of wylde and fluffy things
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34. |
weird sneeish aliens
01:49
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horking eible sneibereiky wackled in a thistle
while epistles of samuel preamble in the mistletoe around
a norbulated junglerunning sound
under mounds piling higher in an ingwinyre brown
the greater 8 of agwibar from anywhere in temples barring none grecking geese and mongenoosen harblenungle fun stunned by potatoes in a starchy paradise for thrice the price of greible ice and liptenary stars
far above the weird sneeish aliens and graily men prebunkle unken grumbulunken tunks in the pen what then if it wickles forcing fickle men to think again or wink while sliming in the number after 10? maybe only then someone wants to send in a package far flying jar harbled in a forty or fifty or sixty-seven in a message trestled in a dressing room loom by the fire-leaving wungabeests in bloom
in the finger-land ingwinarken singers planned for sand to be delivered by rivers of postal empty hands
in the morning shadows harrowing in barrels
empty snogwilated sneezers in a sprock-spreading land knocked with a grand bungabeest a nun from eastern desert bands froggish echoes of speckled bezorkled songs over ponds flowing on green sporkled fronds wearing in the evening
only tumbulumpen thermalongjohns
jars in a field gricking greel with a feel of peel
a humbanumpen jumper-lion seal
do you kneel and activate the higher 8 subliminal fortresses hidden among a bunch of palaces o’teal?
of course its real snitherwalky doubters of the deeper blind sleepers not keepers of ingwiblithyarken mind find in a hidden room activated tombs by the use of brooms sweeping all the angry thoughts away
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