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beware. Son o’ Swill. pelt of the pompous yang cling to the gemini yin. Curator of hand-woven Buddha bindles deliver our meal rations for the winter, bundled in wilted foils. I stalk the garden’s ivy hall like a harlequin bobcat clown alone in the chaparral. Let us give it a go, an old college try perhaps. Just one magpie profusely. Mushi-shi Jelopy.  I’m first to Spazz proper at the velveteen sunrise. My feet sink into nature’s easel. Chiesel. El nino aches as a bastard for a surrogate. Hetchy breaks into a sweat of a cold barrier, dank of vespre…and swing do the merry leopard men on a Harley ride to Modesto.  Rendezvous at the See-Saw. half-lings pronounce a Hee Haw haw. What a rebel she is, deflecting turncoats, o’ each and every, doused in Jurassic jelly reclaim, thrown into the spokes of a rickshaw. regular Quickdraw McGraw of the playground, puppeted by etchings of nocturnal Viola jumpin’ beings. jive on. Whistle while widdle-work-riddle-scythes might chisel me a Scrimshaw.