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Under the Blue Moon.

"on thoth’s tits
From Sonnet 75 ('So are you to my thoughts as food to life')

A groovy day, a fish fillet, an elf hair,
A cosmonaut, a microdot, a hoedown,
A trusty door, the finest whore on welfare,
A neocon who’s keeping on the lowdown,

A purple fist, a Federalist, a sunspot,
A bird that’s got a big big butt to study,
A guy named Toots, ten dumb galoots, a gunshot,
Die Fledermaus by good ol’ Strauss (my buddy),

A grinning troll, a real a-hole, a smiler,
A dude who knows a gushing hose is funny,
An underdressed (no tie, no vest) John Tyler,
A sexy flirt, a cowboy shirt — oh honey!

I’ll flip you for a dinosaur, my sweeties,
When Uncle Pete lets Usher eat our Wheaties."

--K Silem Mohammad

"Writing that one cannot write is still writing."

"We can only imagine the confusion and concern when the informed elite of the United States Government discovered that an alien spacecraft piloted by insectlike beings from a totally incomprehensible culture had crashed in the desert of New Mexico." --Milton William Cooper, Behold a Pale Horse (1991)

"Levin Becker writes of finding in the archives 'a sheet of pangrams fresh from Perec’s typewriter, complete with handwritten addendum apologizing for a few holes where his cat attacked the page'..."