O what you mean?
"O jillions of mojos and smacks, "
"What do you say?"
"O oodles of candies,stacks of dopes"
"My gosh what do you say?"
"O still you can not comprehend? I mean gobs of junks and doojees."
"Save me pls rip my head apart,.What do you say?"
"Still incomprehensible?I mean barrels of diacetyltine and narcotics "
"Oh my gosh am dead diction rages.Yell me in clear terms.What do you say?"
"Bunches of flea powder,whitestuffs and hard stuffs"
"Meaning ?"
"Anyways I mean bundles of scabrous scads,in lepidote ,obscene, risque,caitiffs, dastards, blackguards,scamps, numskull, screwball,kooks, lunkhead ,goofs and dingbats scraped off their scorching earth,held to the screed,the touchstone of jeremiad,tirades, philippic stricture,decretum ,screeched to a screeching halt,
Have you ever taken before the sedative hypnotic ,nightcap, barbiturate,bromide,saporific,benzodiazepine in your revel or raving bellicose?"
"Drug abuse?"
"Yeah
Seeped in your bleedings,permeate,in your transude,percolate,in your exude
alarm,in your beacon,blinker in in your tocsin,to wink,in your omen
Does that senile psychosis ever make up the seepages of semaphore and cue unto the sensibilities to spur the screeching pulse into demure of the golden hills?
Not much khamsin, shaitan of phillipic structure,transude him beneath
Routing samiel,sandspout,to the sand dunes of the screeching halts".
Simoom at his sandstorm, sirocco at his harmattan
Tall tale and shaggy dog story of harmattan haze
Barely scraggle this etchinated etchings of resonant rosewood, sharecroppers and clodhoppers of truncheon,plower ,villein and homesteaders of shillelagh,
Sweet aroma of the conk buster, blackjack
O thy quarterstaff,those jacks of hickories,mallets of nightsticks .
Those billies of gold mine to make you a goldsmith of fortune faster than drills
Billy clubs and spontoons of immaculate gnomes
And to every wealthy commonwealth,the hickories of golden hills and cabbages beyond coshes
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