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We the Phandom like to elaborate on Tucker’s Pharaoh connection and maybe give him powers related to it.

Let’s throw that at a Corpse AU, because I love Corpse AUs and I was an Egyptology kid. Imagine for me if you will, all the usual Corpse AU stuff happens, and Danny has to admit his secret identity to a small group of detectives to get them to believe that yes, it was an accident and no, I don’t want to press charges now will you please put my carcass back in the ground this is making me very agoraphobic. And the detectives, naturally, want Danny to come out of the casket to his parents because Holy Fuck Dude, and Danny naturally does not want that. They reach a compromise: Danny doesn’t have to admit his secret identity to anybody else, but he does have to let the city give him a proper spot in the cemetery with a headstone instead of going out and making another unmarked grave for somebody else to find and freak out about.

Danny is wary of having a marked grave because he’s afraid his rabid fans or rabid enemies might dig it up. Enter Tucker! The ancient Egyptians were all about funerary rites, and Tucker convinces Danny to let him put some good old fashioned curses on the new grave. Egypt was sometimes a theocracy, it’s very possible that “appeasing powerful ghosts through grave magic” was Tucker’s ancestor’s/previous life’s whole job description.

Tucker starts getting occasional visits from cobras. Cobras do not naturally live in Amity Park, and they definitely don’t talk, but they show up in Amity Park and occasionally talk to Tucker. Why cobras? Because they’re associated with Meretseger, the guardian goddess of the Valley of the Kings and Valley of the Queens in Thebes. The tomb builders prayed to her for protection from the snakes and scorpions that lived in the Valleys, and she was invoked to blind grave robbers with her venom.

Imagine you’re a random kid at Casper High, and suddenly a bigass snake comes from nowhere and crawls up that weird techie kid’s shoulders. It puts its mouth near the guy’s ear and he stands up like “excuse me teacher, the Guys in White are trying to dig up Phantom’s grave, can I please go chase them off?”

Imagine you’re Wes Weston and you know that Fenton is Phantom, and you see a snake whisper something in Tucker Foley’s ear. He turns to Fenton and says, just loud enough for you to also hear it because Fenton and his friends are all dicks, “hey, somebody just put a blunt on your grave, do you want it?”

Imagine you’re Jack and Maddie Fenton and you really want a look at Phantom’s body to see if there’s any clues to why he got so strong so fast. Before you’re even a foot into this grave, your son’s best friend shows up with an enormous snake wrapped around his shoulders and they’re both glaring at you. All of the usual wildlife of the night has gone completely, creepily silent (Meretseger means “she who loves silence”) and the cobra is absolutely making eye contact with you.

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Somebody to love pt.2 ; Queen x reader x oc male

*Author’s note*

Okay people we have unfortunately reached the last update for the day. Now again I hope to have the next chapter up by my bday hopefully but I can’t make any promises cause I’ve got papers due in all my classes in the upcoming weeks all this month.

Now after the emotional roller coaster that I put you all through the last chapter, I bring you a FLUFFY fic. But I want you all to do something for me. I have linked in the fic the Queen concert from Montreal 1981 the full length version of the song Somebody to love, I want you ALL TO watch and listen to it if you can cause it will help with what I had in mind, especially towards the end of the fic. TRUST ME YOU’LL THANK ME LATER. Thank you all for that and I hope you all have enjoyed the binge reading that I have given you guys my lovely readers, followers and tagged people. Hope it lighten ups your day like Queen themselves.

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*February 14th, 1984*

I woke up in my hotel room to feel arms wrapped around my waist.  I moaned tiredly until I felt those arms wrap around me tighter bringing me closer to the person’s chest before I felt a series of delicate and gentle kisses go up my neck.  I smiled which in turned woke me up as I turned to see Jack.

The sun peeking through the white curtains made him look like an angel sent from heaven.

“G’morning.” He said with a smile.

“Morning,” he kissed my temple and I moaned out. “Ohh I can’t believe I still get to wake up next to you.”

“I hope you mean that as a compliment otherwise I’m offended.”

“Of course it’s a compliment you rotter! In fact that’s the highest compliment you will ever get from me.” I teased as I turned around and faced him.

God I can’t believe its been six months since we started dating each other and nine months since we first met at that bar.  I can’t believe that I managed to snag me a really great guy who has made me feel so much love in just one look than Adam ever did in the first three months.

“How did I ever get so lucky to get you as mine?” I said as I cupped his face in my hand.

“Just right place right time, I’m really glad I went into that bar that day. Literally the best night of my life.” I awed at him as our foreheads touched then just before we were about to kiss, the door knocked loudly and I heard Freddie’s voice say.

“You two better not be fucking in there!”

“Fuck off Fred!” I yelled at him.

“Naughty, naughty language darling, whatever happened to my sweet little Rock angel?” I rolled my eyes and got up.  I was wearing Jack’s Led Zeppelin shirt and nothing else, I went ahead and unlocked the door and opened it just a crack as I said.

“What do you want Fred? It’s 9am and not even you are up this early?”

“Remember darling we have an early sound check to get to because apparently new management for Madison Square Garden fucked up the last show and I don’t want a repeat of the Rainbow 74 concert regarding power failure, less we get a temperamental Roger on our hands.”

“Alright let us get ready and we’ll meet you boys down in the lobby.” I shut the door and I turned back towards Jack and said. “You heard the hysterical queen, so I shower first then you?”

“Why not shower together? We’d save water that way.” Jack said with a suggestive smirk.  I playfully tossed my pillow at him.

“You’re even dirtier than Roger.” I laughed as I headed into the bathroom and proceeded to get myself cleaned up before the concert tonight.

Later that day we arrived at Madison Square Garden and the minute I walked on stage, it felt like I was transported back in time to just 3 years ago when Freddie brought me up on stage to perform my first song.  God I can’t believe it was just 3 years, it felt longer than that but I am so grateful to once again grace this stage once more as a popular Rockstar instead of a new star.

“Brings back memories doesn’t it?” I turned around to see Freddie standing behind me.

“I still can’t believe it’s only been three years, it feels like a lifetime ago.”

“You’ve come such a long way since then darling, and the boys and I couldn’t be prouder of you.” I smiled as I felt Fred’s arms wrap around me and he gave me a quick kiss at the top of my head as he swayed me gently from side to side.

Later on in the day, Fred and I were doing some vocal warmups together while the rest of the boys were finishing up getting dressed and ready for the concert.  Jack was sitting on the couch right beside Deacy as he was giving him another tutoring tip on the bass guitar.

Soon one of the stage handlers told us that we had five minutes left till the show began.  Deacy and Jack cut the tutoring short and the boys and I left our dressing room and as we hung out backstage I got myself pumped up and ready for the show, holding my gifted red special that Brian gave me in Japan ready to go on first.

As the lights went off and the crowd cheered loudly, I began playing my first song “Who I am” and the concert officially began.

The concert went on successfully and now I had come up along with the boys as well as Jack to do a combine duet of singing “Somebody to love”.

“Thank you everyone, this next song is our Rock Angel’s favorite and we’re so proud to welcome a new bassist. He’s been a couple of the shows already and he’s very special to our little angel, please give it up for Mr. Jack Kline!” Jack soon came out onto the stage and waved to the crowd. I smiled at him and we both hugged each other as Freddie sat down at the piano and began to start the song.

Play concert *REQUIRED*

*Freddie*

Can anybody find me somebody to love?

Each morning I get up I die a little Can barely stand on my feet

Take a look in the mirror and cry

Lord, what you're doing to me I have spent all my years in believing you I just can't get no relief, Lord! Somebody (somebody) ooh somebody (somebody) Can anybody find me somebody to love?

        I then came up to the microphone and I began singing while my boys backed me up.

*Me*

I work hard (she works hard) every day of my life I work 'til I ache in my bones At the end (at the end of the day) I take home my hard earned pay all on my own I get down (down) on my knees (knees) And I start to pray 'Til the tears run down from my eyes Lord, somebody (somebody), ooh somebody Can anybody find me somebody to love?

        I held the note and gave it a nice vibrato as Roger pounded the drums and at the next verse I gave it a little more soul as I put my body more into the song as I strutted across the stage.  At the ‘yeah, yeah’ part I pounded my fist in the air and could see from the lights people following my lead.

*Me*

(She works hard every day) Every day

I try and I try and I try But everybody wants to put me down They say I'm going crazy They say I got a lot of water in my brain Ah, got no common sense I got nobody left to believe in Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Brian then began the guitar solo coming up front of the stage.  I smiled and joined along side him, the two of us keeping eye contact with each other occasionally smiling at each other as Fred soon came up and sang the next part while we backed him up.

*Freddie*

Oh, Lord Ooh somebody, ooh somebody Can anybody find me somebody to love?

Got no feel, I got no rhythm I just keep losing my beat (you just keep losing and losing) I'm OK, I'm alright (he's alright, he's alright) I ain't gonna face no defeat I just gotta get out of this prison cell One day (someday) I'm gonna be free, Lord!

        Roger pounded the drums in a steady beat as I raised my hands in the air and began clapping to the rhythm of Rog’s drumbeats.  The crowd echoed me back and Fred soon said in the mic.

        “Alright New York we want to see all those hands. Every single person clapping along. Three. Four!” At the bridge we all sang along and I could hear the crowd singing back to us.

        I would look towards Jack and he’d wink at me and I’d do the same by blowing him a quick kiss as I went back to singing getting ready for my solo.

Find me somebody to love Find me somebody to love Find me somebody to love Find me somebody to love Find me somebody to love Find me somebody to love Find me somebody to love Find me somebody to love love love Find me somebody to love Find me somebody to love Somebody somebody

Somebody somebody Somebody find me Somebody find me somebody to love

Can anybody find me

*Me*

Somebody to

I felt Jack’s hand then take mine and when I turned to face him, I noticed that he now had the bass guitar behind him and he was down on one knee.  Deacy then quickly gave him his microphone and Jack said into the microphone as the song suddenly stopped.

“(Y/n), words cannot describe what being with you these past several months have been like. But the one thing I knew that mattered was that you have made me happier than I ever thought I could be. And—and if you let me, I want to spend the rest of my life trying to make you feel the same way,” it was then Jack pulled out from his pocket a small black box.

The crowd all gasped and cheered as Jack opened the box and inside of it was a beautiful sterling silver engagement ring. I held my hands to my mouth as he finally finished.

“(Y/n) (l/n) my Rock Angel, will you marry me?”

*Jack’s POV*

I finally did it, I finally worked up the courage to finally propose to (y/n).  I can still remember back to when I first asked each member of Queen for their blessing before I did this, wanting to do this properly.  And thanks to the guys, this wouldn’t even be happening.

~Flashback to 2 weeks ago in Seattle, Washington~

We had just gotten done with the Seattle concert.  God I was so nervous but I knew I had to tell them, it’d be wrong not to ask them, they’re practically her family since she’s told me her parents are gone and her aunt and uncle disowned her for pursuing a music career in college.

I found Deacy cleaning up his bass guitar when I approached him.

“Hey Deacy,” he looked up and said.

“Ahh Jack come in, come in I was just cleaning up my bass before I packed her up. Hey great job out there on your first performance, I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks, hey John can I—can I ask you something?”

“Sure what is it?” My heart pounded and I was just about to race out of that room faster than a cheetah but I couldn’t back out of this, otherwise I may not get another ounce of courage to ask them again.

“Actually it’s something the rest of the guys need to hear, but not (y/n).”

“Of course, come on let’s head into the dressing room, they’re all probably still in there.” He set his bass guitar into its case and he lead me down the hallways towards the Queen dressing room.  Once we got there, Freddie and Roger were in their bathrobes and Brian was wiping his head with a towel of the sweat from the show.

“Ahh there he is. Jackie darling you and (y/n) were amazing up there!” Freddie proclaimed.

“Thanks Freddie.” I said with a smile.

“So you got the adrenaline rush yet kid?” asked Roger.

“A bit, is that what it’s like after you play for thousands of people?” I asked.

“Every night, your lovely lady can tell it better after her first performance.” Said Brian.

“Lads, Jack has something he’d like to tell us.” With that the boys of Queen gave me their full attention as they all sat down and looked right at me.

“Okay well……umm ehehe, well I know it hasn’t been a long time since we’ve been dating and hell it’s barely been a year since we’ve known each other but. I really, really care about (y/n) and….with each of your blessings. I would…..I want to ask (y/n) to marry me.”  They each looked at me intensely.

Ahh shit, I guess I should’ve waited.

The boys were silent as they each looked at me with either stoic faces, or wide eyes.  Brian who was one of the stoic ones said as he inhaled a breath of air.

“Could you give us a moment, please Jack?” I looked at him and he did his usual quick eyebrow quirk as a way to emphasize his point. Without saying another word, I got up from my seat and left their dressing room shutting the door behind me and waited.

*3rd Person POV*

The second Jack shut the door, Deacy turned to Brian and said.

“Why’d you do that?”

“I just wanted to see if he’d do it.” Brian joked. Roger scoffed out a chuckle. “So…..what do you guys think?”

“I honestly hoped this day wouldn’t come.” Said Roger.

“But it was inevitable Roger dear, we knew this day had to come.” Stated Freddie.

“But why did it have to come so soon?” Roger whined out. The boys then looked at each other in silent deliberation.

*Jack’s POV*

It felt like an eternity had passed by but when I looked down at my watch it was just ten minutes.  I sat beside the dressing room along the wall when I heard the door open. I quickly stood up and straightened myself out and Deacy soon came out, his hands in the pocket of his jacket.

“Will the defendant please reenter the court room? We the jury have reached our final decision.” I swallowed heavily but followed him back inside.  Deacy set me back down at the chair that now stood in front of the couch where Brian and Deacy took his seat beside him, Roger sat at my right while Freddie was to my left.

“We’ve decided…..” Roger started. I turned towards him anticipating what would happen, “What did we decide?” he questioned as he turned to Deacy.

“Jack; you know that (y/n) has no other family member living or accepting of her choices. We the band members of Queen came to look at her as either a daughter, niece or sister the first day she came to us as an intern. And out of any boy in the world she could’ve chosen, any guy who would come to us to ask her for her hand in marriage…..we’re glad that it’s you.” Deacy said.  I looked at my mentor to see a smile spread across his face as he said, “It’s a yes from me.”

My heart skipped a beat.

“You’ve made her happier than we’ve ever seen her Jack. You both clearly belong together. You have my approval.” Brian stated with a gentle smile as well.  A smile soon came across my face and I felt a hand at my shoulder.  I turned to see Freddie standing over me and he said.

“It’s obvious our little Rock Angel loves you, and you clearly love her. Just make sure you give her the ring she deserves when you tell her.” I nodded and that’s when all of our attention turned to Roger.

Out of the four members of Queen, it was Roger’s approval I was seeking for the most.  He’s acted like a father to (y/n), and I knew that if I didn’t win his approval, then this proposal wouldn’t happen until he said he accepted me. Because I could never make her choose between the guys and me.

“Oh it’s my turn now?”

“Come of it Roger and just say it! You’re leaving the poor boy in suspense!” Freddie groaned out.  Roger sighed heavily and he said.

“(Y/n) has been my partner in crime, my sidekick, my best girl. I’ve seen her as my daughter and yet I share no blood ties with her whatsoever. I’ve looked after her for what feels like her entire life even though it’s only been 4 years. And I almost can’t bear to let her go so soon.” He stopped right there leaving me in anticipation.

Silence rang throughout the dressing room except for the light hums of the AC.  That’s when Roger looked me dead in the eye and said.

“But I think it’s time for me to finally step down, and let a new man take my place.”

At that moment, I knew what he meant.

Roger may not be the sentimental type, except towards (y/n) but hearing him call me a man instead of kid like he’s had since the beginning, I knew I had his acceptance.

I breathed out so much air, I thought I was going to pass out. I couldn’t believe it.  I had gotten Queen’s approval, (y/n)’s brother, uncles and father figures approval to marry her.

“Welcome to the family Jack!” Freddie cheered as he picked me up and immediately embraced me.  I let out a soft laugh as I hugged him back and that’s when Brian came up to me and the two of us hugged it out.  He patted my back and I did the same to him when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to come face to face with Deacy.

Brian stepped back and Deacy shook my shoulder before bringing me into a hug as he said in my ear.

“I told you, bass players always get the girl.” As we separated he gave me a quick wink and a grin telling me that he somehow knew this would all happen.  It was then Roger and I now stood face to face with each other.

Roger extended his hand out to me and I accepted what he wanted. I took his hand and the two of us shook on it, but suddenly I felt his arm wrap around me and was actually being hugged my Roger Taylor.

“Look after her for the both of us, promise me you’ll do that.” I heard his whisper to me.

“I promise.” I vowed.

It was after that they helped me with the best way to propose and that would be at the very first show (y/n) performed at, Madison Square Garden and since they were performing on Valentines day, it would be twice as romantic just like in a fairytale according to Freddie.  

They also helped me pick out the perfect ring by going in disguise to the jewelers with me to pick out the perfect ring and I managed to get me a sterling silver engagement ring with a big sized diamond ring at the center and engraved at the sides were mini diamonds with an intertwined band.

~End of Flashback 1st POV~

I couldn’t believe it.  Jack was proposing to me right here, right now.  Tears spilled down my face as smiled widely and I nodded not trusting my voice.

At my answer, the entire stadium went wild as Jack took the ring out and placed it on my left ring finger.  Once it was on, he stood up and I wrapped my arms around him kissing him with as much passion as I could before embracing him as the two of us swayed and the boys went straight to the last verse of the song.

Both Roger and Freddie alternating between the lead vocals.  Freddie would scatter some parts of the lyrics while Roger kept on beat with the amazing background vocals.

*Roger (Fred)*

Find me (find me)

Somebody to love (somebody to love) Find me

Somebody to love (To love, to love, to love)

Find me somebody to love (Ooh)

Find me somebody to love

(Can you find me, find me, find me, find me)

Find me somebody to love

Somebody to love (Ooh, somebody to love) *Fred (Roger)*

Somebody to love (Yeah) Find me, find me, (Yeah, yeah)

Find me somebody to love *Roger*

Yeah, yeah

By the end of the song, the boys rocked out hard. Roger played a long ending solo, Brian had his guitar carry the rift of the last part of the song for what felt like forever, Freddie banged on the piano with his forearm before leaving it and going towards Roger and doing their little stage acts they always do toward each other as Roger kept hitting the cymbals rapidly.

Once the song ended, people were roaring with applause, cameras were flashing and Freddie soon gestured towards Jack and me.

“Ladies and gentlemen give it up for Mr. and Mrs. Kline!”

After the concert was over, there was a small celebration for the engagement, Freddie giving out a small toast to Jack and I at a nearby bar.  And after the celebration, Jack had a mixtape playing on the stereo and for the rest of the night we swayed in a gentle dancing holding onto each other before ending it cuddling together in the bed.

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When watching an all-day troupe act, A student reminds me: it’s not just Parsing gesture; it’s language In its own right; it’s its own language. “Becoming light stretches latex cordage For parachute discussions, scuba whales Steeples knifing skyline, diacritical skyline Chip dip finish gloss on the nails, Underestimated frontal growth in a forge. Untied to anything: this, a king; United by belief sweetdick king. When Frederic stops by, top hat stacked, annals of paysage Artemis, cross Off the remainder of the day's Appointments, sounding like an Employee shadows that in the mirror. What happened next: art missed. Radioactive materials gotta be handled With care when expressed or moved. Like a stage, a player's habits stagger An unbecoming show, casino chip danger Dagger turns wager spins badger churns Wholesale body fuck. No. Those coins Are to be measured; not till the till's right. Sluices sink into drain, violets rainwater Runoff into gutter where parent-teacher Conferences are underway!— Amazon’s thing is Stalinist plus web pornography & cartel meth for a diverse american spread. Sand to glass. Velvet blinds. Across a face slap thing is—the thing is— This is where PhD candidates Emphasize the body, the body, the body. Polyps phonograph ear tuft cirrhosis Crust in foam headphones, cacophony The shimmering winnings raining down In a room of misery & pleasure. Gloucester, glue, metal melts on skin Like hot topping over ice cream scoops. Strap. Strange, manufactured jaws Fractured source-code error in larynx? This word isn’t pluralized with any “i” see? Coercion rivets a spur along sandy lane. Deep between rail blades, this bliss, this ecstasy to a landowner married young you say Though specifying botany & geography need it no defense. Remember to zip tie them If there's a chance they defy taxonomic classification. Accompany the doctor down to the incinerator Before he's off to meet with the research team Super fun university funders company. That shouldn't have to be repeated. [oregonian orkin man] What should I gaine by the exaction of the forfeyture? [Movement 1] Light scars mountainside in bars - filets assumed substances’ shared atmosphere - returning radiation mark’d - light laying on in a line on the side of a barge – though none of it – not a thing – not nothing (thin nog, hint within) none of it stays on - save for atom at home – moat un- scroll’d - aqueous ring constable centering city in a trick play - urn ash fuzzy - swore a radio statistician in baritone comb’d through daily spaghetti with Lachrymose D-minor most arks Mozart a gluten 8 binding in fins it t-shirks calligraphic DEX text - tares scale weight back to zero’s enduring baseline oblong song heard through speakers full of wool KG’s voice sable coated coated in honey LR help’d in harvesting from HUMVEE engine compartments - redemption from resume buttons so on all the time they froze - LR laugh backing yard & garlic & iron horses & slabs of wood & Cedar keeping watch Ruth scoping library books - Gandolph using eBay but a woman - John’s sorrow agile under- understood though though a gaggle would sit or stand with him through impossible hours - friend in Bucharest the call issues out from cellular mass but no echo do amoeba colonies register thermodynamic circles tight- rope walking one of time’s tensile steel cable lines - clouds work rote routes - cursory but heavy with shape codified jest surf syrup clot in figured may pole grain - am hurt am burst by black light excretory polygons touring a green-blue or three - audible then booking a ride 512 bus means dig out zinc from sink’s secretarial cove - look of suburban versions of teethwhite crime whose luster’s best seen dead on – lining up in yards with two-car garages in hailing DEET sargeants - boysenberry trucks & good brags - hum-mum-bull-full & well clean goes in archaeopteryx skeletal remains - neighborhood’s vale of value’s optimus primus sending in marine ex- term nation-gate pizza farmer – germs churn in whorls - ohm mite god! at last this report tablet Sumerian imitation but grain tables & floodwater chronology tabulated in you - 4 “e” vows follow’d by tomb’s odd homophony zoom rocket boost mic - scope the algebra solving at least for lost bracket tearing up during grapheme golden hour - shunt in a valve casing sausage cowboy tennis - see mimeograph mime eidetic charm! - the lightbulb field sprouts prussian turnips - nip in the bud see what turns up geniuses – wingèd – tentacle suction-cup-horn’d – morpheme - then hand-name manus - hand jest in the style of factus - in helices like peas climb up stalk & – though no time lapse accelerants on board – given time & giving time — beyond but this is where jupiter’s Martian splotch becomes a gaseous swimming hole & neptune creates a billion-note tonal scale out of its blue winds undisrupt’d - no instruments meter���ing utilities, runaway customs - cuz faith in a stoic’s a valueless stock – cussing at innocents vellum crow’d to Kum & Go lot - from a gap bodying amplitude empty between the clefs - canyon’s sounds maintain : none-of-em stay always on - records in logs – recall Abel’s speech-spokes from low gravity zone - chlorophylls postal carriers with alphabets scribed into sugars & enzymes – mycological threads tethering spore print rorschachs - gill diameter a hundred minnow fishbones – language CFCs escaped from pressurized cans refrigerants boring through air with drillbit none - no torsional force at all chemists grab Erleynmeyer just to be sure ezra-cyborg.z1 get it - symbolic arrangements from tongue to hex- ameter for fire’s dis- appearance past seek to recover its ashes by way of tale - the survival of which depends in part on the pre- servation of the unrecover- able mystery of fire’s de- parture into pieces sold for parts - exorcisms of black light pitch’d back - script with spirit encryption to be re–constructed though green-blues’ll lack ideogram or alphabet from original tongue of groups around the fire, a task thrown out so in - to- ward one of the many namesake others in drag for the day - using the name by which our loves call us :: man age game holsters cent & usury menagerie bisque detail multiplies pension - sutures pence curves hull as tug holds tight & charge goes by :: [movement no. 2] ensures barn noon nuns find between them lodged A prism, protractor, styliss & without cartography no part of it — evolving equation. tools re-visit listening shapes then if in possible way broke biscuits shared, a company of others engagèd - deuterium green plums ripening about catnip at its base - Naps lucky moment - sum indecision parietal orbit profiteering caricature well-meaning derangement ignorant in excursus forgo excuses from start, hard Hart— raid : raid ration : rationate : state rate raid : nation race ration : clay state raz's iron rate station raid: throw drain nation : air rations raid state : rain bow’d station: terrain bowl’d stain shun: ratio nation rate stadium gain : raid rations gold radio waves : save nation : everyone nation : discard nation : rat ate ionization : polite save aid : ration: come here : rapport nation : rapt gate nation: contain nation caution: raid nation : raz’d notion of the prism shift, gist & contract legal sneeze read with ease squared-off edges millimeter machinèd possibility exaction contact focal point photons lit internals at a boil - locus mapp’d then gone— landscape sculpting a— ”the sam hell are we”-- forays of alpine terrain altitudinal gains weathervane move with bot any name errs or moves with its directional intent - not one of capture but fortune’s junction : brackish carbilimades source bracket “frick” sound top teeth gripping bottom lip axel’s racket flakes of dust rust off featherlike at first fistfulls accrue suddenly your’re hunting for labor - COLONIAL LANES - HIRING NOW at town’s edge you got bowling lanes booze lot chop-chop chatter practically a legislature lube shop & a remoteness schooled to be so peculiar - part by part it ticks - talc cuts in nonstick - it’s home in the sine wave signs - “sin” - “nature” foreground give-in a laughter full - the fugitive Parthians follow through Media Mesa - Patmos - aim ame love shakes a tackle - rattles bait free - line - hook - sinker summon then from bottom deep the shelters whither the routed fly nuns around triangular prism in intervals angles just-so though there are,— some nights complications. — architecture bur to fur picket sticks stymie tics sweat wet burning surfaces collective magnification — heat tough penninsular nunery stay link’d with ease stoke a giant a jar sprouts out dirt floor con- fiscation & props lining cool glass walls pliant gymnasts carpenters with plumbing wrenches oil paint recipes catechetical erasures radical handbooks one nun calls a zine — short word blurb from a— from scene disbelief together climbs rafters tall then falls back down to ground, kink in a pipe sneaks a leak geese bleat — squeezed beatitude with attitude :: & just nowhere a head, torso but above & below nothing— as in—traction as to the arc of Orkin’s spin & stir salesmanship decaffeinated say i brief sublimity encrypted thoughtless error, subtitution, pressure applied to glib clips but squid swim just off rocky Sequim Washington but for a second: flesh silicone casters, enamel robotic limb-assisted controls— torn even so torso goes on senseless it raises hatred body & self to but bother’d not they in the slightest— mess in front visual field — gore orthography, special signs nuns a specialized structure to labor have— picking away with probable probe, chisel to chip, fine-haired brush to sweep sweet enameling & nothing one finds is said to be filed as fine by team— were there grenadine a feeling hearse on the go — cold brew braggadocio— vivid temp stations silver illness—abscess from absence stiff-arm serif— momentousness no moment us to suss us, mousetrap from foam mousse, toupee glue dripped down in- to odd-tune soup— gloop a hoof a huff hoarse from — nuns wiping brow my back sticker’d with hay, molasses to molecules hangs blurs--hand feels absent tool belt & spray canisters & moldable insect models gigantic & not to scale for effect gulp :: time slow go there a necessity :: engine — tears gasket swears bit it —snake oil that’d seal it & save the gremlin out loud denim sleeve fed, sling— is that wind? water sips from pewter tongue an audible sense of its cold lip— distant winch’s capitulation between sheets tanks out pyramid sky- seismologist over a moat cascadia subduction junction future’s figure spree spending a coin or two anthropocene gravity —(just now already passed not so much point as on-ramp access on different dimension or synthetic scrim script’d outside parameters of limited programming functions) / deter - rinse - rate - aerate - ate shunts to cement stunt landing - caught in netting, wear— woo’d by worcester, wool piccadilly robe, rhombu rocking chair : so go beams sift awl holes in the sheets still, compressed into reams , phasor hex head lag screw together a stone graph consequence charting territory old sour fig [sic.] signature :: anything new Noob — bile bite grip’s nipples got my — tips overlay / knit coriander doves hover joists cloud qualia from clover & radishes — for i but have — my gut, it covereth breast & anon.’s a favorite speaker please god prayer blankets choral quality of Is IVs & Vs their voices reconstituting body then it clear now an accident victim surveilled thought I an other but supercede —given by others me to temporary lay pain low so grave & stave to shapes may rise can’t - can’t knot - esc. key signature haze! in inner space face settles with spies charts & map graphs screen creamtop adhesive Elmer’s elementary glues muskox copper ties side tongue tasters to cheek-bit torsion of titanium bit - tighten it one nun at noon says with gesture - linen sheets set before lowering I'm HELLO — SEA - AT - AL! rummaging. wow. so. loud. craven cranberry pair justice the neighbors before asked about the nuns— nuthouse fuckbag hang yourself, save the world! nice neighbors - in silk bands the hours go tender practitioners render to center solar plexus landing strip punctuation - notes worn by torso flat float secure & bedded to carriage upholstery— revolutions per, — up scabrous reality don’t mind do I distant stochastics scattering murmurations moor’d to shroud & this fear neutralizèd a shine only is left - shirks sharks shoulders do they solo mother— sex & rage downstream ripped text- tile — chips evidentiary to story’s misnomer hovering— nuns with shovels now conical blades metallics gold only what dust does pressurized & shot through with light ascendancy high-8 tapes demonstrate salmon run sells itself fantasy turbulence, thicket gross domestic product recollection recovery - lost daimon dominion prints prison,— scratch wall border the fact of a body scarf or collar jug- ular in regular thumps swells into drum earing disappearing —calendar baseball on AM radio in pitcher’s palm who happened to be dad of a boy in a book— scene overcrowded with nature’s angels roaming moor in romantic flux on schisms rely - nuns social bulwark against this —what scenes degrade as most light cannot get through layers of dirt covering blood hares skate surfaces pools light inside & glass sacrament wine, ligature & typeface design patriot at his climax truest rendition :: gratitude glazed by grace’s drunken fender expeditional piths myths molten-core driven show true, how to— background of sirens & vehicles moving with velocity accelerating, danger (how shine incisors with the sale, no training in drama, awe, obvious) scrap sell-off from any collision floss through teeth as if a meal metal flesh together proxied by petrochemical fires — blue-grey & red with weaponries of white moonshine for a feeding step right up to drive-in theater seats endeavor letters heat-death's in leather afternoon sun driving through un- an T’s adage sort teary hullos hourglass god gives mourning folk waiting at the wake for forest of clear rings cut - kind of thing where as long as rock tumbler or track spins the lot loose - ‘’ not of loss but from it - wade in to banks whose river-marsh don dune buggies they themselves caught with tusks - walrus tusk, mammoth oathes - it doesn’t come but but the wake works - this ending up leech gripping concrete between orange sutures & backhoes frozen as if waiting for a pike from drainage grate to strike - construction project, bolts soldiers aligned With flags & settlements if hit by idiots— T-REX PROJECT & congestion— sienna lilac bogies thick spokes of upward brushstrokes suspended beneath cash register’s 100-story shadow.