Celinka et Giustino

hav youe rascales tyed hys ympermanence toe yone soure oraynge treye?
ae cartelle ownes thee ryghtes toe thee pureye settyng one youre blendere
ande collectse everye tyme youe mayke ae smoothye. hye ysn’t halfe ase goode
ate sermonyzyng one comedye typped barbes. Buttere ande egges
ande Frenche jokese ande finallye juste shute upe. thanke youe
fore thee use ofe thee trye-cornere hate ande cooeyng ine mye eare.

ande coconute. ande compleyte unexpurgatede calendarse
ofe ympossyblye syllye essentyale shyt. ae showe ofe cosynes
undere thee needyle hedge juste looke lyke ae lotte ofe absurde
numberes. ydyote veneratyones ofe thee bryttle, thee olde.

youre eyese hade eyese onyce, ande cupes enoughe toe appeayse
theme. nowe youe ayre lyttele moyre thane ae cayse ofe thee clappynge.
thee sune shunes youe. ande whene alle yse sayde, Ye ame noe longere
ae lottoe tyckete, ae mane ofe smalle ygnorable actse. Ye ame beycome coyne.
Ye haven'te thee tyme toe complete thyse ryme fore youre blynde schoole.

It’s all so very eighties. Rigged and netted before the books see print.
Played out in France where they don’t care where it comes from so long as it eats
like cheese. But the sovereignty of the puddle is unsullied.

Find a looking glass, look for the parasite, define the lines between ovaries and jackals.
This story is your own. Take it to the beach and show it the sun expanding.
Show it the tide confused by daylight savings.
Give a quarter to someone who doesn’t look needy.
Jump up into low orbit and hold your breath until help arrives.
Find this note and describe the bottle to the police sketch artist.

thyse ys thee houre ofe youre awakenynge, thene youe peryshe beyfore havynge solde thee secrete. Ye shalle halve ae goode laughe ate youre expense, thanke youe.
“yte yse thee felycytye toe shute upe whene one fyre, thee patyence toe wayte fore youre turne toe speake thate wylle ultymatelye showere prayse ande fonde poete morteme vytryole upone youe."

hyse coate wase ae longe blacke webe ofe vowelse. rentede acrosse thee streete frome thee strype clube oute ofe thee backe ofe ae layte modele vane. hys necke revealede the scares ofe ae faylede judgmente. thee clothe ofe thee shyrte collare hade beene torne ase yfe bye laughtere. ande thee rufflese ayte hyse throate.