NINE CHARACTERS IN THE UNIVERSE. 1111 words.
A remix, so far, of my contribution to a collaborative writing project for the Maybelogic Quarterly Magazine. It features the Tale of the Tribe as a central axis for the rhyme scheming.
Turns-ales to the wind. Mail to the mindividual. When is a tale knot a tail whenas tall story (a wet riddle from this fiddle at the jig of the jive.
” Levitating 3 ft above the audience nineshine like radiant bouncing suns: light maze figurines juiced in the chronic of time triggers. Yin noh-time at all. In the mind in this truck tribal. In the Eva expending performinjaverse. Three quicken trees, garble of nine as one riverus one.
Youniversail Yangway to Starmills. Reverse levers to pull and push the sun earth far words. Talebearing talk, “prattle tattle for the Tim Bing!” Tackle for the tie. Draw. Time for the Tea.” Brewing Ay’ arf’ of the ale. Elixir tea brewed from grey nail. Flyscribble a tale to inscribe the amount of TOTT rhyme you plot? a stale tang of the tea pot up your snooze, vapor-trails from ye’ ole fairy ale blues. The Great GOO’s! Sling a Lizards tail into the JUG with all the thyme you can muster up from the honey-verse. And don’t believe the tales you smear about that ale. Take a slug of the grog of the group. 9.mm beaker glasswill of the scribe. Tribeena Elixir admixture: the scribe of the ale and the ale of the scribe to raise he up happy and so rosy.
Email to Anniversols. Nine rhymes on cue. Tip. Scribble sound-fables. A mutter of maybe nines-core tale-hours to suit you. Proscribe a jig-jibe youtube. TOTT Braille to transcribe “the whale of the woid, the tail of the bird, the scuttlebutt of the toke, the THC of the joke.” Wheaty minute Whispers from under falsehoods in a plush Mcloonyverse.
Nine’s crossing Criss up a spiral ∜ine-hole to another Year & math. Make it Brew! “Tale of a tub, or take of a bath?” Dao the math. Baking history’s mystery solid to the steel pan of pun. Star fragments fly while cutting at History stones with a phi lo-etymological–drill bit. Time to tell a Tub truth or dung in this song? Who the author, how? Disk Jack of horse sense gives an answer a good hiding rear the endgame. “A vine-hole to the Year Zero Zeroine. A journey in the Universe, bobbing alung upon this inflatable woidmanshit?”
Nine Tribes Universinging towords Zero. Going Ninefold. Ain’t alf–plus three–to the Dozen. Wait of the date. Born into a paper cupplverse. Meandertale a telling to twist nine conscious streams together. Maybes in You-rope? Priority mail from the nib. Tact to the toetip of Dick: “D.E.A versailles tree-tea, Anslangerton ban on the brews” and other old news. Yet moonshine prevails. Set lips to beakers. LP’s to speakers. Squale of a tongue of the tea! HOT! Dame in white tie and tails sporting a Hat-top, hip tricktale ending. Skiing from tweeters in a minja-scale of the time comes a vision. MAYBES noodle axis. Shouting mutter. Brew for Global Praxis. Heal the stars. “wooly ciao, wooly chaosmos” echo from street-bars.
Wheats the scale of this scribe! “on Reichter scale of the Youniverse-all vibe. All goon! “Time-scales cracking on the lime skin of a Whale in the well of this rhyme. The Jab of the nib. The Jibe! Tip! A Nip from the nib of a badger.” Ninepins rolling a T’ale out of nine planets. Hitching post scripts of spits from where the sun’s stylus comes down to rest on the spat. Nine tailed fox nose snot. Hunting truths with hand plus knife blade voice. Cutting the Jongleur perceptions angular, aerospice bloom in triangular patterns of the vibe sun and moon.
Define the detail of the vibe of the shining web-mails stretching nine furlong miles in a night of nine week’s wonder from miss Ninny from Carolina. Maybe with solarsystemissles and semi-nine authors in search of a mother one, family, symmetry again or threequickendthrice bindings. Declare! “New words for all!” Alrightmaze. All night blazing trail of the tribe. “Whair you? Minjail.” Spoke out the wheels and turned and tied a tale to the tide “All’s well. Arose. The Gail and the vibe, the hemp sail and the bribe. The nail and the hide.” Universal mail to unsubscribe individuals from ONE WORLD government. One word dumb. Moment. No auction-sale of the tribe! Oarmen Value Void. Priceless starmutter.
Sir Cuxmscribe this? circulation round that, the hole universe? Coercing verse “ching” rhymes into no time at all. Inhale of the gob. “Alpine celery scented Wine-tenths of the law of the smell” Youniversang maybe at-tension and terse” ”Maybe we traverse faith-based purse pirates with pens. Swallowed hole by the GOO.” OmniversO to word routes. Touching nine advice adversaries. Writing for L’Amor, without payment. For word, beast and play! Moneyverse contains a maybe. Unsubscribe from the ingsoc tribes in exchange at nine months from 0mega 12 date without any issue. Now, lazing atop the mathface of Everest, hot rock the page and the hole universe opens into a flaming chorus quite cozy.
For Tea! Eva Vital. Libra scales to even the Universe. Two eyes to stabilize the tail blaze through the Mazing grass to Everest her shelf. “Nine to bind with the fire and this and that for the code. Tale of a venom, a snake or a toad?” Rosé word juice for the crews. “Three times three cups of cool.” Indian salt-rock and solid ground pepper roll raga, bound with cable-twine to narrate the tit and the tale chase, across dale and mountain, the general heart from old start to New Yurkinverse. Finnish, and then around the pivotal middle part of the ride again. Seriolcomically greeting the new audience in a more and less almaziful exsponged universe all under one woof. “There IS hardly rhymeless bacon bits to believe any tall tale from some original sun of one original moon-tribe. Recall the everyway grain infinite bamboo.”
Break on out the prison planet. As Dillinger gawd damn it. Walk on through firewalls. Kick out the TSOG GOV. Slam your tongue most dearest reader and hear the letters we serve and pray to the void. Joy of the loop in the soup. Eva Allieva the word-debt of imagination. No Doubt. No Debt. Drop it. Doubt again. Un-stitch time with the Maybes of NINE fabled babies from Flyjibt. Chimera of Nine Millennium bugs from underground rugs. Let the tales baggin again. No Rule just “Rule Lasagna.” Rory History of Individuals with names to come and go on. GOO ON Youniverse-summer. Yin/yang gang of nine throat and mouth throwers come and GOO. Nine rhymes out of the denizen of the Tao. Out of one and into Zero. She Rosin. Ever-Chang. Juggle-Ling Math and Fly-Ying. Rory. Prophetang done. Ski with borsk. Ski with Borsk. 2004-9999 fyberspice and in the mind minja truck tribal!
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