Thank you very much mister Fox, for delvering to me the first Prynee prose I
have thus far read, in my career of unemployment and learning how to shave
four times - what blossom from P's tree word shine on what crazee diamond F
ox in formal wondering ordered spumes of majesty and grace, emotes in print,
to the we who are not in nor it, but melodically following J's flow from
here to there saying nothing but murmeing it beautifully.
I have often wondered what the fuss with Jez wuz 'n now eye knee phwoars to
some concrete roar of Sound work like Hugo Ball or Robert C of the 'orrible
moi: cobblers, some do say; but not me, not i who know the Pryne poetic as
only Jeremy and i do, dear bouy fwends lifting airlessly up, the souls
sharing our anima mundi: S world ole diddle dee nea more, for the new J's
blogging and with a boring crown, will s/he make love heard with. Peace be
unto all who read, Foxy.
ha ha ha ha jpeg just crashed my NASA notebook getting texts from a pod in
the scene of space and timed accidents releasing some kinda crazee goo of
ooh Art you aint, Jemzie is there and several close shades, from 2001, when
that was written.
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