men of myth by finn mack cagoule
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yet what makes men blend into myth time, lies or magic - a gift delusions bend the legend's tale graffiti flagons of ale once mighty beasts that then were slain golden chins a cunning brain or talking toes & old wayed gods folklored yarns & jammy sods ( ? ) ...
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hello yellow
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well hello yellow cried my muted bellow you dafodiled 'nana you canaryed fellow like cellos when mellow or jaundiced morello cherries gone yellow ( some sponges ) hello ...
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( escape from planet hogwash ) ( click to read )
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yeah words are free or so they say but in bookshops we have to pay with real money to own those words & so we steal which seems absurd yet then in court when things turn grim they'll throw the book to rub it in at misled us or so to speak so words aint free & talk aint cheap ( wankers ) ...
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a friend is strange by 32 lines of rhymes
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a friend is strange as blue moonlight or yellow door all painted white then tartan paint a rusty key hidden within a wych elm tree a tardy book actual dog ears or ball lightning chinese new year in mid-july as herons strut that phantom hand a head with bumps not bumpy head some afternoons or forks in roads runcible spoons those bus spotters they shun the train them pyramids our reptile brain most freak weather or odd shaped rocks the mystery of missing flocks no ewes or clues so round the bend go fuck knows us that's why we're friends ...
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there was a barn in heaven ( 5 liner )
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there was a barn in heaven i dreamt it once in devon camping out on dartmoor when i was six ( or seven ) ... ( author notes ) no doubt it's since been razed to the ground by hooded arson-yoofs
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the day is gay ( by 20 second eye-mince )
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the skies are pink the streets are clean we're all well-dressed vests & dungarees the day is gay it was born gay ever since dawn god made it that way ...
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this is popular culture ( #30 sick sec read wiv loadsa lols innit )
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this is popular culture wank pop on them radios playing all the latest guff on their must-have gramophones hit parades - seventy eights young uns on that interweb celebrities in journals circuses & well-stale bread funny fashioned loosened trews heavy petting on t.v the hash stags & the shit chips the robots & the zombies this is popular culture & it's all so fucking shite but in dreams it sucks my cock so i best be off goodnight ( x ) ...
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a waiting song
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thoughts become balloons in need of deflating as patience is for saints (some) dawdles are grating all pins & needles are blunt here - frustrating time is an old slug now waiting & waiting ...
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compliments to your condiments by best before janaury 1 a.d
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compliments to your condiments i'm astonished this is quite the accomp-lishment you have confidence with your condiments many mustards, mayonnaises, chutneys competence all the sauces - for the courses from bog-standard to the pinnacle of opulence yes compliments to your condiments but they need food dick'ead what's f' lunch ( ? ) ...
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chattering distant whispers by 40 seconds of your life taken forever
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( i'm ) listening to chattering distant whispers carried far from overseas on my left heel is an irksome blister still i stand it stops not me ( i'm ) listening to chattering distant whispers tucked away within the breeze they talk of walls & the thoughts of confucius so presumably these whispers were originally chinese ( ? ) ...
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