Here is how ... *

"Mum,
Need hug ~ !"
~ Twittering

"The Royal Flush, Who's? Who Folly, fathoms
A crimson face of reddening poker?

Madness
Of ~ The cards occupies Death, or the dog ~
Eared cards

Of Court advise the play of ~ Another hand,
Roll The Matrices for The Paradise.
I see without eyes.

I hear another's Suffering of The Martyrdom of Language.
But I always cry, exhalation's breath of ~ Nourish
But I always perished.

However, your assistance,
I, do ask of you, in The Handle of Hatred,
Foremost to differ, or defer a deferential division
Dividing The Divisive Mission's epistolary
Missive

Diffidently. But you always cry O, breath
Of ~ Of uncanny nourishment,
But I always perish, for the feeding of sadness
Cries to laugh ~ ! O, try to laugh, Thee ~!

Long death, the Dead's Desire. Our life, moreover,
Is opposed knowledge what, how, which
Or where ~ But I always test the breath, breadth,
Depth of a The Cherished Parish,

Are you now here in this country ~ ?
Do you read, write of The Memory Speaking,
Of Extrusion, Exclusion, Excommunication, of Excuse
Of you,

Or of me ~ ? Or simply
Because you search, perhaps for the different sheep,
Or you see, do you now hear me ~?

But I always cry, my breath, inhaled, of you ~
Can you cherish my memory, until I arrive,
Coming into the country ~ ?

If you cannot, I perish. I always
Open my heart for you."
~ The Annotator

Opened it,
Peeped into it,
Quacked at it,
Read it,
Savored it
Thoughtfully.
Uh ~ Oh ~ !
Vertigo ~!
Wooing, Froggy swooned, a trellis, garden topiary
X ~ axis reverted to
Y, X ousted a
Zebra from Zaire, a zealous zebra finch and a zaftig zebra fish from
New
Zealand.

Nonplused,
Scion de Axelated Isomer,
Resumed ...

A frog he would a ~ wooing go,
Bravely, a trellis, a garden topiary, Froggy climbed,
Courting favor, bearing gifts of rhyme ~ !

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Twittering One said:

"Mum,
Need hug ~ !"
~ Twittering

Where's Leon?

"O, woe, I do feel the insufferable Past Time,
Of another's melody, of The Marvelous Cadence of Marzipan,
Dressed for The Masqued Ball, dancing hand ~ in ~ hand
With The Masqued Hunter,

Sporting masking tape, wantonly,
Accessorized with a red cape,
Dancing The Fandango with The Masculine Rhyme ~ !"
~ Keencux

"But outcry, always the inbound breath
Of ~ I can barely take it, The Capacities of Noise ~ !
But are they knot

Dead, O, alas, always, verily, if merrily, no doubt,
Those Deade back ~ Street Boyz
Making all that Noyz ~ ?"
~ Merryvale

"However, whomever, am I, you ask, of The Deade Boyz,
Of the relative
Sport, of Twittering's sort ~ ?

I answer, O, of course ~ !
I sport The Handle of The Aversion of Difference.

But always sacred, if occasionally, scared, for
The breath Of ~ Of knowledge, for, know ~ You, too,
Can nourish, but, yes, we are indeed The Deade
Back ~ Street ~ Boyz, and, yes,

We always do make lots of Noyz ~ Dissipated
In The Sadness, The Outcry, in The Order in Order
To Laugh ~ !"
~ The Bill

"For, our sincere attempt, of The Divine Order To Laugh,
The Deade Boyz wear wanton smiles, sport silly
Similes, long of The I ~ !

Additionally, and furthermore, for
Both past time and future tense, out of The Order of Desire,
Our life's duration To Be ~ Of our Faire Foreknowledge
Of Our Forehead,

We celebrate acquaintance, then, now, before, tomorrow, too,
Alike, that one or, where ~ However,
If whence, or Quince,

Control's breath puffs ~ O, dice always, tossed,
But, O alas, know ~ The graded tumble Quincunx
Controls, always.

If you are simple in this country, pure of heart,
Truth be your reading, for you write The Memory
Of The Strange ~ !

Goslings, too, be your Folly found, fathomed,
Because of you or from me Thee ~ Or, because you see
A search of The Possibly leads toward the Sheep Meadow,
Or differently, one feels that ~ However far,
Outcry always speaks The Breath of I

I can die, over, again, but I always open
Toward the outside, my
Soul to bear.

A 4 ~ leaf clover
I offer you ..."
~ Kelsey

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Twittering One said:

"Mum, Need hug ~ !"
~ Twittering

Where's Leon?

What's the Frequency?

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Twittering One said:

"Mum, Need hug ~ !"
~ Twittering

Where's Leon?

What's the Frequency?

I don't know, I've got ceramic fillings, so I can't get that channel
anymore.

"Rue de Royal,
Who's Maison ~ ? Who, a fôlatre face, if feathered, turning red
On the Schuerhakens ~ ?"
~ Anne Rice

"Filled verruecktheit Of ~ The Cards of Death, or The Seating
Cards of The Courtyard's Dinner ~ ?"
~ Capsicum

"Guess, I advise, for, more guests arriving ~ All to say,
Get Thee to The Play of Pron ~ !"
~ Fobby

"Another hand ~ Roll the letterpress stencils for
The Parade's après ~ supper soiree ~ !"
~ Mer Loleil

"I see without eyes. I hear that another's surprise
Arrives shortly ~ !"
~ Scantily ~ Clad Arthur

"Where's Leon?"
~ Janithor

"Mum says ~ The Sheep
Meadow ~ !"
~ Folly

"What's the Frequency?
~ TheVicar

"Le Graphique de Deade Dog
Doggone Bone Not,

As seen on ~

Channel ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ ~ !"
~ Fobby

"I don't know, I've got ceramic fillings,
So I can't get that channel
Anymore."
~ Janithor

"Just Do It ~ !"
~ Twittering

"Where's Leon?"
~ Jean, @ The Door

Just a Conceit ~ A Charming
Cadbury Bar

"What If ~
The simplest question
Is the one humankind will never

Be able to answer? Why is there
'Something'
Rather than 'nothing?'"
~ Bert

"O Bert! Au contraire ~
Me thinks, yes, a simple answer there."
~ Twittering

*
"Chocolate Easter Buny:
Great Title ~ Fits With Cad ~ Eggs"

[Scene iii]

*

"Hé, Thee ~ of troop throw me in the air.
My mitt, Stick off!"
~ Twittering

[Sometime about now ~
Stage direction]

The large one
To assemble my play ~

"The Stick"

Played on the grassy field ~ Not,
Certainly, Not, my best play.

But alas, hell, yes!
I will learn the rules.

But this, not, not taught at the Gold Fish School.
Mom Of ~ Of waiting Of The Ilk of Too.

O yes calls me, on my Amndt de UM Hm.
Of ~ Of Telephone!

"Bon jour!"
~ Twittering

"You obtained it?
~ Mum

"Oui, yes m'am!"
~ Twittering

"Sure? Correct, yes, something for
You."
~ Mum

"At all events, thus, as I have said,
'I, yes, I have a bone to dispute ~
I prefer another play, about identical, only better ~
A plaid of Tartan, our Argyle family."
~ Twittering

"Distill ~ A matter does two together
Better."
~ Mum

"'The Light of Enfold With Thee'" ~ Of shade, hold me,
Please, mother. Allow Chiaroscuro,

Your model, I, bathe the Light with Thee,
Form.
~ Twittering

"No other way, no
Would I have it be. Yes, Thee!"
~ Mum

"Train me ~ A shade models the lighter by only the true
Pleasure of your form ~ Mine.
My Mother."
~ Twittering

"Of that mind, yes,
Far before you, before your time, our rhyme,
Indeed, so true,
Have I considered Divine Form for you."
~ Mum

"Pray tell me, please, how so, my dearest,
My lovely, my Mother?!"
~ Twittering

"Non!"
~ Mum

"Ok. Whatever."
~ Twittering

*

[Sometime later ~
Further stage direction]

The spirit + the matter does my letter better, too.
Thus snow. Know thus! My mother knows
the square root, my imaginary number, no rumour.
Any truth. Now, this our infamous,
our celebrated ~
Country of the Wonders of Winter.

~ Ringy
Ding ~ A ~ Ling!

"Thee, Twittering ~ Open
Our door now, to acknowledge!"
~ Mum

[Enter, stage left: John Dunlap,
Thee,
One with the very large member]

"John! Thee! Mon cher ~ Back
So soon from the deade? Two years, only,

Has it been thus, yes? Please, pray tell? Forsooth,
What brings you back so soon to us?"
~ Twittering

"Where Is Leonardo?"
~ John

"Please explain?"
~ Twittering

"The 'Hour to Dart' finished and to be first-run pilot ~
The Film de Pron, of which, I, perform Star!

Of Opening Night Exposure, let, to me
Escort you, Ms.

Bernays. The High Court awaits
Your blessing."
~ John

"Charmed, Jean, I am sure!
A fine pron boi, you."
~ Mum

"O mon ami~"
~ Twittering

"A surprise for you! Yes, your Dud de Coeur
Your long-lost Waltham Street roomie,
Now performs pron for you..."
~ Mum

"Mum, delightful, such a divine confection ~
Let us go now, you and I, as well, my long ~ lost
John.

I am so pleased, so ever gratefully,
Yours, all.

My confession, yours, Mum. My arm,
Ever always yours, too."
~ Twittering

"Of course!"
~ Mum

"Indeed, you, yes, my divine form of ~ of reinforcement
On which I hang my light. Each night.

Or differently, I, just
A Flight of Twittering Around Idleness..."
~ Twittering

"Nice, hm?!"
~ John

Oui. [Hé!]
~ Twittering
*

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From Noir, Twisted Notes ~

An opera en progressive procession ...

[Your suggestions
Welcome ~ Stay for après rehearsal supper ~ !]

Meanwhile ~
The Minotaur,

The Music from his walls ...

Song of exile ~
The expensive earth of you, a goodbye of the sea!
The swell, it appears and of the waves.
Expensive earth,
Goodbye ~ Blue sky!

The goodbye, the white-haired man of the cot

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From where the mature grape falls, blooms of the gold

That bask in the mollusk wall,
The hermit's shell.
Expensive earth, goodbye!

The shore, plain and white,
Expensive earth, goodbye ~ Blue sky!

Expensive earth, goodbye!
The swell, it appears and of the waves.

Expensive earth, goodbye ~ Blue sky!
The goodbye, betrothed, with the pure forehead and pale;
Billows of that sky dark dusk
'Neath the beach that we plow,
Expensive earth, goodbye!

In Thee our interruption, of Thee loves,
Expensive earth, goodbye ~ Blue sky!

Expensive earth, goodbye!
The swell, it appears and of the waves.
Expensive earth, goodbye ~ Blue sky!
Our eyes, of which Thee rips all the spot of my brightness,
The dark wave for the darker crowds one!

Expensive earth, goodbye!
In a knell of our heart.
Expensive earth, goodbye ~ Blue sky!

~ * Noir ~ Twisted Notes,
A Programme Note * ~

Hook of By Crook, or by The Swindler, I had been found in this
particular book. Without defense or protection, being without means,
missing conditions necessary for any particular kind of validation, no
date of a contract or a promise, I was conferred into a precise point,
a mysterious mark, of which the diverted hours carried me over a wave
to embark ...

And so, O, alas,
I had to come up with something ~ !

~ * ~