Steam of conch


Intro gedicht hef gewicht inuit verplicht
Niet aankomen – dat is bah MONEY
Ben je gevallen? Waar is het ow? Aaah? MONEY
Uw majesteit uw uw gazon uw distels
Republican tantrum, hissy-fit, screaming abdabs
let’s settle this with pistols
I told my children the facts of life
Cinderalla come Sexyrella, the deep-fried wife
The bubbling Dopamine from the sexual intercourse
ACH need to Know? No to Need
Shoes melted, fused to her feets
as we swim in tomorrow’s daylight HONEY
Deep-fried wife dat krijg je daarvan
Da kidz was shocked and angry like
Vrom? Vrom? Fuck and filth he growled at the bathroom mirror
Fuck and filth Foek en vies sweesh Rome Brabant KUTZOOI
w-w-w-w-w waar de menus, minutieus, the back streets, Frankie Knuckles
nearly 50, house to home, steam of consciousness
ffffwwwwfffffwwwwwwwwwwwwhhhhhhhhhhh

Willem de Ridder welcome to Lambiek (everybody wants to rule the park)

hoera een jongen

Tiblisi blini stream stro ought will we’re nice people
Gestural delineations give visual evidence, the whole truth
And but nothing knuckle a note, pout bouncy, part finding
An answers in tomorrow’s breaminkler, an alpert, a cornflower
Gee sshh exegesis, climp, bun, until we bathe in tomorrow’s daylight,
Stralbert, mister, like a trick question passion, your body will C bunkum B,
The no note, spring’s cushion beyond tolet you know as possible, soon
You tipper ess, directional it’s alright wonky blimmed as I’m
Just dirt on tubaul, your tube, metals a briskly cone fident, this way
That way, you’ll be upside don in minutes, down the dungeon
Like a trick, nothing lost.