The light fell dark and the peach trees grabbled their leaves as I bobbled across West Park.
Clearly, this is gonna be a bee-bee sorta ain’t nutt same same day. A day a double el doobléz, even pee pees poo poos
Raw thuu . . . thhee thhott
er, I thhott
Thee Thhott Shee Thhott bye bye Thhee ya ya bye bye Thee Thee O fiddle dee dee — vuut a dum dum. Thee Mr. Wee Wee of Titty Kaka.
hmm . . . nutt baad . . ??
oof
I’m practically giving secrets a way.
{adjusts moustashio. quintupple the fooshtastic wigg exported from J.J. Sweet Newberry’s Funny Ha Ha’s, Wiggs, Novelties & Exotique Psy Spy Make-up Supplies & Clowning Commitments, ULTD US!, adjusts moustashio again, itches shnozz, itches, ahem, down there, a sniff o thee arm pittios and with . . . }
And with thee snoopy local broadsheet in place, extending directly in front of my Now Fully Underwhelmingly Wholly Misunderstandable faux Male-strappio’d krimshaw’d face now fully haphazardly dastardly villianee’d and suitably stranded, like a lagoon on a lump, on my real and I do mean reál Agatha’d Starvamping 1 million sawbucks fairee nutt bat face, with a hole cut in the middle of what? Andy Gump, part of Blondie, maybe possibly but not really but could be Krazy Kat, Mizz G. Willikurd’s Romantic Blunders & Other Swanny Advice for the Lovelorn, War this War that, Calvin Hobbs for President Flummoxes Then Botches Then Jiggers Hot Totty Back St Boils Gin Joint Law AGAIN!, War that War this, How-to Infinitely Zip Zap Unflattering Zits Zat Crumm Bumm On That First Date weeth! Electificalized Donut Scrum, duzznt work by the by but good for lifting fingerprints just ask me or raw thuu thee raw former me vampy as I am and yes I am, Maa’m, and and thee Capital Letters snatch’d n cut from thee Dreadlines by moi moi, which are the puzzling sing song of this
AI ROBOT SEX TULIP CRA
of which I
Everything comes in doubles, so etone, sometimes in quadrupples, sometimes in e tones.
{adjusts groucho nose glasses gently, piquantly, pinchedly. this makes no difference at all but rathuur dot dot dot well. i truly have nutthiing to say on the subject but this — }
But this —
I have taken the Liberty to be the Liberty to feel at Liberty to be at Liberty to fake some Liberty to take the Liberty.
None.
There I’ll stay.
And really, these people running 23 Jasper D. Springs Way, Thee Hortense Straits {funny name to subdue a luxury seemingly appropreepree preepree but donut pree pee in their pool, preez} are
Are yes 2-bit scoundrels, quite rich in the tooth tho.
b. 8-bit num b in the face, I nuzz know their huffing zuumthing, and yezz may just try it beyond warning {pleez don’t or I will do, ahem, more}
And 12. {Nott onlee adjusts US patent’d Groucho Moses Nose glasses but actualee purr anuthu one right straits on! Ha ha! Ho ho! La dee da! Which leads me to — }
2. The Oeople Injuns running this bjoont are quite gracious indeed nutt to mention my whereabouts, nutt to invegle any explaination as per Thee Oeple Nation attending to my caa—lee—ever dip n switch of Identity and really joost go bout their merry bizznizz running the Lee—utkcht—juree Magnificent Hotel? Large-scale Model of a Hotel? Outsize’d Morbid Luxury Yacht Wicker-heavy Tongue that apparentlee eats sucks slurps repeat money While I,I skonk around wearing el doobleë US patent’d Groucho Moses Noses Glasses being
FREE
to do nutthong
nutt even edit
nutt even mind the song of Grace thee’et cumms with
nutt wasting my time
b. being World Wide Rich n Famous, surely a Oeple Mysterry in thaat {just ask them. no don’t. yhey charge xxtra fot thaat. Honest Injun} And
12. again : Listen. Well, read . . I’m skulking around everee nook cranny dubble penny lawn chair, saying Hello to the Natives, dining on caviar {stolen. Rm. 310 just ask them. no don’t. theyre half crack’d on huffing the same things I dream of huffing wen awwwwwm x 2 doin the huffing n the pillin n laud Amen! n the injun juice n horse pillin {stables. no one’s lookin. horseez don care. my richer by the dozen editor, Senator Close My Eyes 2 The Battlegrounds O Mysttree Writers Here Young World, Here is Agtha Git Critee, Luv I mean BUY HER UP! BUY MEE THE WORLD Agtha Cristaal IS THE MYSTAALEE, PEOPLES !!!
{Cuts circle in broadsheet latger. sticks Double Groucho Nose Glaäses Face throo said circle. hold broadsheet wide and sturdy. simply walk around this high-priced Oeple Injun Own’d n Runn’d Wickerfried Hotel in on throo thee West End of Nowhere. And bless}
This Mess of nearly 12 days of pure unladee-like unWriter!like bliss.
And all the Joke-tell Guests n their terriers n gusto lounging magazeening simply enjoying taking in the b’sweenery that is theez groundz snd yez
That Is Me.
Moíre Albummen Shots, I mean Why Nutt ?? I’m Agthha Cristee! The Public Eats It Up! {note to suggest this headline. note to suggest it to You!}
{ahem. pop ratzy photographs abound all ‘round this joint. 12th day cancel’d. All found out . . . sigh}
“It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them.”
Agatha Christie
^^Grizzlee Thanks to
for her Grizzlee Inspiration and potential tolerance of this Double Inflammatory. Clues always come in Tooz. E.D. Lessing
That quote though! Cherry on the top! Great piece. :D
Love it!!!
And thanks for the mention.