Wednesday, 10 June 2015

The Absurdist Pedant reads.... Pamela Primtit

Velvet the mildewed muddled mind of Pamela Primtit her tickety tickety tockety tick tick tock clock spoke the hour in mechanical delivery denying the modernist his traditions espousing them like butter on a brick. She waded into the fly blown sofa where her heady head nodded in slumberous decline as the immateria rolled its succulent beef onto the history of old D and G and X and M (the swines)their margins to infuse...

"ITS ALL NONSENSE," she weaveled

Her swollen tongue lolled within the cavity of her cavernous gob licking at the stunted tenements of her yellowing broken teeth. Her thick neck muscled her nodding head into a submissive lump. The way from immateria was clutter bugged with litter from literary loquaciousness their excuses to befuddle.
Pamela burped as reality ground the fading immateria....

Her dust bowl flies.

Russell Cuts the Corn From The Brewers Whiskers.

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