the obvious interplanetary dusts of jonas within whales tails

neb of round, here 'they'are, all yer nun-things



yookari, thrombosis, china, japan, masonry bits and screw yews, wannabes, all is kind, send a moxy a butter, made to deliver, no, other brow strokes, natta, mondays, the corporation within the nation, each day he walks home, loud music, hairy turns, finds himself checking the post, with excitement like back in the days when mail had no 'E' before its name, el pueblo unido... trumpets and bagpipes, back when he hungered for that photo.....

the northern dream
beckons LOUD


and in other news, seems teeter has manifested an adjustment: