Steve Fly Agaric 23

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4 track interpretations of Shannanigums Wave book III by fly.
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shockin mastergarment entangle bramble drive. Seven wheely rainbow bridge constructer, 2000 AD. Cycling encircle jerk off radio. To Her the season sister, She provides space in silence upon the empty wind, me sixteen feet under in an Oak box, the TOR, Tarot rotation nation on a platter-head pussycrow of King$, rotation of seasons Tailsinn, bard king and priest kraft, Oiye! who stole the priestcraft from peace loving Thothers and sisters, Awake! Painters and artisanz rotate Frescoz, craft folk sleeping. 
Peeping Tom CCTV, poop Tim TV, crapping Ken cable. I be shyerwhyr fearless fungal phalloides, poetic intoxication and resurrection through whiff of Whisky at a funeral rite. RotaTerm saga over larger swiggin' and puffed up skunk packed jam sacks. POP socks sewn up. “the beast with a hundred legs, USURA.” --Ez P.

Salmon and Gold rings inside post box box. Shamagums out my box. Self raising myself, frequinoxy waves. Talk of years ago, lost paradise wounded rewound, in exile! and dumfound land, searching for 2012? Climb the Mount ∍ spin that wheel, throw the dicebox, spin that Ching! unpaid, this book cost just €10 and has spanned nearly 10 years dude. Build your own grow-rooms, like you build your own burgur, with relish. Fli-Photographs flikr.
Her smooth honeycombed beesknees. My Dunne cow. As a yob nipper I fished for naughts and Nulls in the Pondlife wearing red wellingdone boots, and I listened to thunder. Slack country berries, vines, ivy, hazel, Willow, Whispers on the wind, faces in the rain and in the fluffy little clouds clumped about the sky, still blowing in my child's ear orbs, my thirsty ear for novelty grew hairs. Pick up your pens and talk tapes and laptops and write till you drop, let it go. Dont stop! Go out more often, please, green hermints! Breath better, deeper, don't smoke so much. 
Get a ruddy bong bro. Inhale the Knu woid and then Stop. Warme. It seems ill striving against the stream. Super Market outrage LINEAR WRITING to CAPTURE BILLIONS OF SQUARES, the squares must get up WALLS? NEW ingredients AND satellite DISH. BRAIN food to be WASHED IN THE ocean. Cable fable spun, veins, lines, tracks, trace of...Bezerka. Ode to HER - the wind swept boggy hills and chocolate fudge hedgerow Sun set, hedgehog heads and Slack country cats, kindness in grow kits, ode to musket nuzzlers and Muscaria trumpetears, change your eye tires now.
Likkle miniture trumpet playing fairies hidden up my arse sing lofty prayz. Hark! Winter solstice and saturnalia turning seasonal verse spark. Speak of Universe turning waltzing-zing. Tang tongue. Tip Tip. Ching Ming mixung Seasons song. Polyspoores from alan words spin enlightenment Watts in Hertz web dew. Catch a dream thought before it goes invisible-content. Phantoms in the why-back machine. Water willowyellowcups scoop up bits of the painting like scooping arcylick paint OFF the surface to finnish.
To finnish the picture-poem painting hanging in rowan spice. Mountains are Feminine. Obelisks male. And Nayme appears but seemingly not as the thing, name games the name and I wear a turbine triple jet thrusted plant of powerflower Ammonite on my Avant Head-band. W and water, women, wet words, water wave and wow wee wet and water running dribble just a pebble in the W Wave weather solution, weather waves wash windy ways weather waves wish womenwater wet the head of our baby-logic (3 years young) whispers to whichever weather storm you form in, whichever witch wicker winding window you be. Bee unitea. 
Witch side of triplicity Goddess WWW. What wild worldly women with witch-wound wood with "Eye" waterworld web and whatever remains. Pregnant "NOW" seems sewn threaded and knotted locked; keywhole holoqueenox. Love laughs a locksmiths. Pride and reek of ponging weak & strong semicircular solutions, the canals. Crescent city whales released back to ocean by Katrina? equals W. Look at the Word. W has the meaning "Mountain" in Chinese. W has the form of a ripple or weave pattern in nature duncha’ knew? 
W double-you Yoshi Yoshi, slug helix longridge lungwitchway pathgraph painter sandwich with wonderful wild berries, deep purple plum jelly paste, glue, grime-binding. Fly-wave-gum. [hello] grapefleshwhine Time wave weaving and woven wooly jumper Z'juice fruits. Four Gold red leaf book-bound to happen, bound to Dover, bonded whorehouse nation. Bluebirds stenciled in white chalk canvas, "UP" letters burning off walls, Lords of Hyroglyfeetea letters wait. brewing mandrake, henbane, Egyptian blue water Lilly and John and jove the ship to Venus. 
She waves her wrists [goodbye] and whispers wunce more "illson illson". Where art thou? Willson? Colynn, Pether, Rubort wyde web, witch words can you put 2 WWW that equal meaning as heavy huh. Huh. All words and lungwaj came from nature. Spiral bound modern verse epic your noise. The halo floating above the black child reminds me Gezuce was maybe African-Asianish, Elves keep busy as we speak. Mice woo the Elves with their squeek. Tiny tinker toy basketball spirits. The nano-technological breakthroughs at the North pole surround them. Carmen.
The royal post service makes lots of money through letters to Jeezus Claus at Christmas time. Rudolph the red nosed reindeer looks sad. What other animal could provide food and notatio nectar to our tribes at ©hristmash? Jesustained Golden maybe-tonic. Food and drink. Merry ©hristmas. Ecstatic midwinter seasonal greetings. flight of the spirit. celebration. Transformation. Good will. Peace and piss. Don't look at the knackers of Gezoss as He climbs down the chimney. Yurts year know. Once went down a hot smoking hole. Roasted my nuts.
Professor ©lement Clark Moore. Genesus has come inside your christmas pudding over centuries. A pagan Santa once got me high on salmon. Hoping GZUS. Reindeer omen. Seedless immaculate Toad chair. Teak cabinet vine at Sun set. --Shannanigums Wave by Steve fly Agaric 23, Book III, Chaper 11, Page 67.

Shannanigums Wave Book III Chapter 11 Page 67.

Testing my reading chops against the wake, Amsterdam, Aril 2nd, 2010.


FW page 449-52

Occupy, is the first studio album by Steve Fly and Vicente Pino a.k.a Dr Marshmallow Cubicle. In 2009 DMC joined with vocalist Rachel Tauwnaar for live shows, and this Occupy album. She can be heard singing on Stop The Cuts, Bluezero and Thoughts.

The DMC duo follow an improvisational framework, always inventing and moving the music in perpetually new directions. Polyrhythmic drums kick out a scatter shot across the layers of analogue feedback, loops and roughneck guitar playing. A species of experimental breakbeat punk, DMC explore many tempos and harmonic environments on the fly. 

Occupy captures the various influences in the band, noticeably drum and bass, funk metal, blues and jazz. Plus the name of the album captures the brief period in 2011 when for just a moment, seemingly, global citizens united under a movement to stand up the the big bully banks, major corporations and corrupt government. “Occupy your mind” encourages you to owning your own thoughts.

Special thanks: Vicente Pino, Tim Egmond, Mark Sampson, Rachel Tauwnaar, John Sinclair, Creature, Kasper, Chu, Saskia Smitt, Ivo Sprey, Leah Blits, Prop Anon, William Sutton, Daniel Bruggman, Dan Dewitte, Janne Svensson, Pim, Oscar Jan, Simon Reeves at framework.       

The band formed in Amsterdam 2007 and played at local venues and festivals, including The Nieuwe Anita, Cafe’ Batavia, The Buurvrouw, Magneet Festival, Queens Day, Pacific Parc West, The Pick Up Club, CCC, The Oki, Cafe Zen, Eddie The Eagle Museum, Blijburg.

Vicente Pino has played guitar since a young age coming up in Venezuela playing everything from thrash to Django Reinhardt. Since moving to settle in the Netherlands, Pino has played in dozens of bands, performing many hundreds of shows. As the co-founder of the beloved band ‘Supercity’, he has helped write and produce 2 albums, and remains the central axis of energy for the band. Another project, ‘Pino and the Bluebirds’ is well worth tracking down, and playing at high volume.

Steve Fly is a drummer and DJ, who met up with Vicente after moving to Amsterdam in 2007, thanks to a mutual friend. Fly wrote the lyrics to all the songs on this album, while the music was teased out between both of them, together with the priceless feedback from Tim Egmond at the controls. 

Vicente and Steve Fly have worked together with their friend and poet John Sinclair, and initiated into the prestigious open ended ‘Blues Scholars’ an international collective of musicians who play together with John. The Amsterdam Blues Scholars recorded an album together in 2010. And they both joined with New Orleans pianist and composer Tom Worrel, and virtuoso bassist and composer Leslie Lopez to record ‘Let’s Go Get Em’ in 2011. In 2011 and 2012 the blues scholars performed as a part of the 24th and 25th High Times Cannabis Cup celebrations. All of which can be found on youtube.    

All songs written and composed by Dr Marshmallow Cubicle (Pino and Pratt) 
Lyrics by Steve Fly. 
All music recorded by Kasper at Kasper Studios 2010. Additional vocals, scratches and overdubs recorded and mixed by Tim Egmond at Ei-Complex studios, 2011/2012. 

Vicente Pino - Guitars, Bass and Vocals.    
Steve Fly Pratt - Drums, Scratches.
Rachel Tauwnaar - Vocals
Creature - Vocals (Let’s Go Get Em’)
Mark Sampson - Executive Producer
Iron Man Records 2016.

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THANKS
I would like to give a special thanks to: Robert Anton Wilson, Christina Pearson, Rick Rasa, Mark Sampson, Kai Eckhardt, Matt Black, Martin ‘Youth’ Glover, Paul Krassner, John Sinclair, Hagbard Celine, Toby Philpott (for help with the original transcription) Prop Anon, Nick Larson, Steve Hager,  Chu, Pete Maybe, Jenni Vyskocil, Faustin Bray, Bob Tesch, Jack Sarfatti, Nigel Blunt, UB40, Robin Johnson, Raymond Wiley, Daisy Eris Campbell, Janne Svensson, Gregory James, the Maybe Logic Academy: all faculty staff, students and any who past through. Be seeing you again soon.      

CREDITS
WORDS: Robert Anton Wilson and Steve Fly
MUSIC: Steve Fly, Martin ‘Youth’ Glover, Rick Rasa, Garaj Mahal.
PRODUCED BY: Mark Sampson and Steve Fly
Mastered by Simon Reeves at Framework Studios, Birmingham
Iron Man Records 2016

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Fly Agaric 23 reads from Finnegans Wake by James Joyce. (Pages 593 and 210-213)

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Part:1 Episode:7 Page:210

jary every dive she'd neb in her culdee sacco of wabbash she
raabed and reach out her maundy meerschaundize, poor souvenir
as per ricorder and all for sore aringarung, stinkers and heelers,
laggards and primelads, her furzeborn sons and dribblederry
daughters, a thousand and one of them, and wickerpotluck for
each of them. For evil and ever. And kiks the buch. A tinker's
bann and a barrow to boil his billy for Gipsy Lee; a cartridge of
cockaleekie soup for Chummy the Guardsman; for sulky
Pender's acid nephew delto�d drops, curiously strong; a cough and
a rattle and wildrose cheeks for poor Piccolina Petite MacFarlane;
a jigsaw puzzle of needles and pins and blankets and shins between
them for Isabel, Jezebel and Llewelyn Mmarriage; a brazen nose
and pigiron mittens for Johnny Walker Beg; a papar flag of the
saints and stripes for Kevineen O'Dea; a puffpuff for Pudge Craig
and a nightmarching hare for Techertim Tombigby; waterleg
and gumboots each for Bully Hayes and Hurricane Hartigan;
a prodigal heart and fatted calves for Buck Jones, the pride of
Clonliffe; a loaf of bread and a father's early aim for Val from
Skibereen; a jauntingcar for Larry Doolin, the Ballyclee jackeen;
a seasick trip on a government ship for Teague O'Flanagan; a
louse and trap for Jerry Coyle; slushmincepies for Andy
Mackenzie; a hairclip and clackdish for Penceless Peter; that twelve
sounds look for G. V. Brooke; a drowned doll, to face
downwards for modest Sister Anne Mortimer; altar falls for Blanchisse's
bed; Wildairs' breechettes for Magpeg Woppington; to Sue Dot
a big eye; to Sam Dash a false step; snakes in clover, picked and
scotched, and a vaticanned viper catcher's visa for Patsy Presbys;
a reiz every morning for Standfast Dick and a drop every minute
for Stumblestone Davy; scruboak beads for beatified Biddy; two
appletweed stools for Eva Mobbely; for Saara Philpot a jordan
vale tearorne; a pretty box of Pettyfib's Powder for Eileen Aruna
to whiten her teeth and outflash Helen Arhone; a whippingtop
for Eddy Lawless; for Kitty Coleraine of Butterman's Lane a
penny wise for her foolish pitcher; a putty shovel for Terry the
Puckaun; an apotamus mask for Promoter Dunne; a niester egg
with a twicedated shell and a dynamight right for Pavl the Curate; 

Part:1 Episode:7 Page:211

a collera morbous for Mann in the Cloack; a starr and girton for
Draper and Deane; for Will-of-the-Wisp and Barny-the-Bark two
mangolds noble to sweeden their bitters; for Oliver Bound a
way in his frey; for Seumas, thought little, a crown he feels big;
a tibertine's pile with a Congoswood cross on the back for
Sunny Twimjim; a praises be and spare me days for Brian-the
Bravo; penteplenty of pity with lubilashings of lust for Olona
Lena Magdalena; for Camilla, Dromilla, Ludmilla, Mamilla, a
bucket, a packet, a book and a pillow; for Nancy Shannon a
Tuami brooch; for Dora Riparia Hopeandwater a cooling douche
and a warmingpan; a pair of Blarney braggs for Wally Meagher;
a hairpin slatepencil for Elsie Oram to scratch her toby, doing
her best with her volgar fractions; an old age pension for Betty
Bellezza; a bag of the blues for Funny Fitz; a Missa pro Messa for
Taff de Taff; Jill, the spoon of a girl, for Jack, the broth of a boy;
a Rogerson Crusoe's Friday fast for Caducus Angelus
Rubiconstein; three hundred and sixtysix poplin tyne for revery warp in
the weaver's woof for Victor Hugonot; a stiff steaded rake and
good varians muck for Kate the Cleaner; a hole in the ballad for
Hosty; two dozen of cradles for J.F.X.P. Coppinger; tenpounten
on the pop for the daulphins born with five spoiled squibs for
Infanta; a letter to last a lifetime for Maggi beyond by the ashpit;
the heftiest frozenmeat woman from Lusk to Livienbad for Felim
the Ferry; spas and speranza and symposium's syrup for decayed
and blind and gouty Gough; a change of naves and joys of ills
for Armoricus Tristram Amoor Saint Lawrence; a guillotine
shirt for Reuben Redbreast and hempen suspendeats for
Brennan on the Moor; an oakanknee for Conditor Sawyer and
musquodoboits for Great Tropical Scott; a C3 peduncle for
Karmalite Kane; a sunless map of the month, including the sword and
stamps, for Shemus O'Shaun the Post; a jackal with hide for
Browne but Nolan; a stonecold shoulder for Donn Joe Vance;
all lock and no stable for Honorbright Merreytrickx; a big drum
for Billy Dunboyne; a guilty goldeny bellows, below me blow
me,for Ida Ida and a hushaby rocker,Elletrouvetout,for
Who-issilvier -- Where-is-he?; whatever you like to swilly to swash, 

Part:1 Episode:7 Page:212

Yuinness or Yennessy, Laagen or Niger, for Festus King and
Roaring Peter and Frisky Shorty and Treacle Tom and O. B.
Behan and Sully the Thug and Master Magrath and Peter Cloran
and O'Delawarr Rossa and Nerone MacPacem and whoever you
chance to meet knocking around; and a pig's bladder balloon for
Selina Susquehanna Stakelum. But what did she give to Pruda
Ward and Katty Kanel and Peggy Quilty and Briery Brosna and
Teasy Kieran and Ena Lappin and Muriel Maassy and Zusan Camac
and Melissa Bradogue and Flora Ferns and Fauna
Fox-Goodman and Grettna Greaney and Penelope Inglesante and Lezba
Licking like Leytha Liane and Roxana Rohan with Simpatica
Sohan and Una Bina Laterza and Trina La Mesme and Philomena
O'Farrell and Irmak Elly and Josephine Foyle and Snakeshead
Lily and Fountainoy Laura and Marie Xavier Agnes Daisy
Frances de Sales Macleay? She gave them ilcka madre's daughter
a moonflower and a bloodvein: but the grapes that ripe before
reason to them that devide the vinedress. So on Izzy, her
shamemaid, love shone befond her tears as from Shem, her penmight,
life past befoul his prime.
My colonial, wardha bagful! A bakereen's dusind with tithe
tillies to boot. That's what you may call a tale of a tub ! And
Hibernonian market! All that and more under one crinoline
envelope if you dare to break the porkbarrel seal. No wonder they'd
run from her pison plague. Throw us your hudson soap for the
honour of Clane! The wee taste the water left. I'll raft it back,
first thing in the marne. Merced mulde! Ay, and don't forget the
reckitts I lohaned you. You've all the swirls your side of the
current. Well, am I to blame for that if I have? Who said you're to
blame for that if you have? You're a bit on the sharp side. I'm on
the wide. Only snuffers' cornets drifts my way that the cracka
dvine chucks out of his cassock, with her estheryear's marsh
narcissus to make him recant his vanitty fair. Foul strips of his
chinook's bible I do be reading, dodwell disgustered but chickled
with chuckles at the tittles is drawn on the tattlepage. Senior ga
dito: Faciasi Omo! E omo fu fo. Ho! Ho! Senior ga dito: Faciasi
Hidamo! Hidamo se ga facess�. Ha! Ha! And Die Windermere 

Part:1 Episode:7 Page:213

Dichter and Lefanu (Sheridan's) old House by the Coachyard and
Mill (J.) On Woman with Ditto on the Floss. Ja, a swamp for
Altmuehler and a stone for his flossies ! I know how racy they move
his wheel. My hands are blawcauld between isker and suda like
that piece of pattern chayney there, lying below. Or where is it?
Lying beside the sedge I saw it. Hoangho, my sorrow, I've lost
it! Aimihi! With that turbary water who could see? So near and
yet so far! But O, gihon! I lovat a gabber. I could listen to maure
and moravar again. Regn onder river. Flies do your float. Thick
is the life for mere.
Well, you know or don't you kennet or haven't I told you
every telling has a taling and that's the he and the she of it. Look,
look, the dusk is growing! My branches lofty are taking root.
And my cold cher's gone ashley. Fieluhr? Filou! What age is at?
It saon is late. 'Tis endless now senne eye or erewone last saw
Waterhouse's clogh. They took it asunder, I hurd thum sigh.
When will they reassemble it? O, my back, my back, my bach!
I'd want to go to Aches-les-Pains. Pingpong! There's the Belle
for Sexaloitez! And Concepta de Send-us-pray! Pang! Wring out
the clothes! Wring in the dew! Godavari, vert the showers! And
grant thaya grace! Aman. Will we spread them here now? Ay,
we will. Flip ! Spread on your bank and I'll spread mine on mine.
Flep! It's what I'm doing. Spread ! It's churning chill. Der went is
rising. I'll lay a few stones on the hostel sheets. A man and his bride
embraced between them. Else I'd have sprinkled and folded them
only. And I'll tie my butcher's apron here. It's suety yet. The
strollers will pass it by. Six shifts, ten kerchiefs, nine to hold to
the fire and this for the code, the convent napkins,twelve, one
baby's shawl. Good mother Jossiph knows, she said. Whose
head? Mutter snores? Deataceas! Wharnow are alle her childer,
say? In kingdome gone or power to come or gloria be to them
farther? Allalivial, allalluvial! Some here, more no more, more
again lost alla stranger. I've heard tell that same brooch of the
Shannons was married into a family in Spain. And all the
Dunders de Dunnes in Markland's Vineland beyond Brendan's herring
pool takes number nine in yangsee's hats. And one of Biddy's


Stinkers to Biddies: Finnegans Wake pages 593 and 210-213

Steve Fly Agaric 23 reads from Finnegans Wake by James Joyce. (Pages 588-590)

Bass: Leslie Lopez
Drums: Steve Fly Agaric
Voice, whistles: Steve Fly Agaric

Recorded at Zen Studios
Cafe The Zen. Amsterdam by Leslie Lopez.
Executive Producer: John Sinclair.

Thanks To Leslie Lopez, Larry Haden, John Sinclair, Maurits, and Cafe the Zen.
Released by: Fly Agaric 23 and Soundcloud.


Page 588-590. 

<a href="http://www.lycaeum.org/mv/Finnegan/">Finnegans Wake by James Joyce</a>

Part:3 Episode:14 Page:588

own sweet boosy love, which he puts his feeler to me behind
the beggar's bush, does Freda, don't you be an emugee!
Carryone, he says, though we marooned through this woylde. We
must spy a half a hind on honeysuckler now his old face's
hardalone wiv his defences down during his wappin stillstand,
says my Fred, and Jamessime here which, pip it, she simply must,
she says, our pet, she'll do a retroussy from her point of view
(Way you fly! Like a frush!) to keep her flouncies off the
grass while paying the wetmenots a musichall visit and pair her
fiefighs fore him with just one curl after the cad came back which
we fought he wars a gunner and his corkiness lay up two bottles
of joy with a shandy had by Fred and a fino oloroso which he
was warming to, my right, Jimmy, my old brown
freer?-Whose dolour, O so mine!
Following idly up to seepoint, neath kingmount shadow the
ilk for eke of us, whose nathem's banned, whose hofd a-hooded,
welkim warsail, how di' you dew? Hollymerry, ivysad, whicher
and whoer, Mr Black Atkins and you tanapanny troopertwos,
were you there? Was truce of snow, moonmounded snow? Or
did wolken hang o'er earth in umber hue his fulmenbomb?
Number two coming! Full inside! Was glimpsed the mean
amount of cloud? Or did pitter rain fall in a sprinkling? If the
waters could speak as they flow! Timgle Tom, pall the bell!
Izzy's busy down the dell ! Mizpah low, youyou, number
one, in deep humidity! Listen, misled peerless, please! You
are of course. You miss him so, to listleto! Of course, my
pledge between us, there's no-one Noel like him here to
hear. Esch so eschess, douls a doulse! Since Allan Rogue
loved Arrah Pogue it's all Killdoughall fair. Triss! Only trees
such as these such were those, waving there, the barketree, the
o'briertree, the rowantree, the o'corneltree, the behanshrub near
windy arbour, the magill o'dendron more. Trem! All the trees
in the wood they trembold, humbild, when they heard the
stoppress from domday's erewold.
Tiss! Two pretty mistletots ribboned to a tree, up rose
liberator and, fancy, they were free! Four witty missywives,
wink 

Part:3 Episode:14 Page:589

ing under hoods, made lasses like lads love maypoleriding and
dotted our green with tricksome couples, fiftyfifty, their
chiltren's hundred. So childish pence took care of parents' pounds
and many made money the way in the world where rushroads
to riches crossed slums of lice and, the cause of it all, he forged
himself ahead like a blazing urbanorb, brewing treble to drown
grief, giving and taking mayom and tuam, playing milliards with
his three golden balls, making party capital out of landed
selfinterest, light on a slavey but weighty on the bourse, our hugest
commercial emporialist, with his sons booing home from afar
and his daughters bridling up at his side. Finner!
How did he bank it up, swank it up, the whaler in the punt,
a guinea by a groat, his index on the balance and such wealth
into the bargain, with the boguey which he snatched in the
baggage coach ahead? Going forth on the prowl, master jackill,
under night and creeping back, dog to hide, over morning.
Humbly to fall and cheaply to rise, exposition of failures.
Through Duffy's blunders and MacKenna's insurance for upper
ten and lower five the band played on. As one generation tells
another. Ofter the fall. First for a change of a seven days license
he wandered out of his farmer's health and so lost his early
parishlife. Then ('twas in fenland) occidentally of a sudden,six
junelooking flamefaces straggled wild out of their turns through
his parsonfired wicket, showing all shapes of striplings in sleepless
tights. Promptly whomafter in undated times, very properly a
dozen generations anterior to themselves, a main chanced to burst
and misflooded his fortunes, wrothing foulplay over his fives'
court and his fine poultryyard wherein were spared a just two of
a feather in wading room only. Next, upon due reflotation, up
started four hurrigan gales to smithereen his plateglass
housewalls and the slate for accounts his keeper was cooking. Then
came three boy buglehorners who counterbezzled and
crossbugled him. Later on in the same evening two hussites
absconded through a breach in his bylaws and left him, the infidels,
to pay himself off in kind remembrances. Till, ultimatehim, fell
the crowning barleystraw, when an explosium of his distilleries 

Part:3 Episode:14 Page:590

deafadumped all his dry goods to his most favoured sinflute and
dropped him, what remains of a heptark, leareyed and letterish,
weeping worrybound on his bankrump.
Pepep. Pay bearer, sure and sorry, at foot of ohoho honest
policist. On never again, by Phoenis, swore on him Lloyd's,
not for beaten wheat, not after Sir Joe Meade's father, thanks!
They know him, the covenanter, by rote at least, for a chameleon
at last, in his true falseheaven colours from ultraviolent to subred
tissues. That's his last tryon to march through the grand
tryomphal arch. His reignbolt's shot. Never again ! How you do
that like, Mista Chimepiece? You got nice yum plemyums.
Praypaid my promishles !
Agreed, Wu Welsher, he was chogfulled to beacsate on earn
as in hiving, of foxold conningnesses but who, hey honey, for
all values of his latters, integer integerrimost, was the formast
of the firm? At folkmood hailed, at part farwailed, accwmwladed
concloud, Nuah-Nuah, Nebob of Nephilim! After all what
followed for apprentice sake? Since the now nighs nearing as the
yetst hies hin. Jeebies, ugh, kek, ptah, that was an ill man!
Jawboose, puddigood, this is for true a sweetish mand! But
Jumbluffer, bagdad, sir, yond would be for a once over our all
honoured christmastyde easteredman. Fourth position of
solution. How johnny! Finest view from horizon. Tableau final.
Two me see. Male and female unmask we hem. Begum by gunne!
Who now broothes oldbrawn. Dawn! The nape of his
nameshielder's scalp. Halp! After having drummed all he dun. Hun!
Worked out to an inch of his core. More! Ring down. While
the queenbee he staggerhorned blesses her bliss for to feel her
funnyman's functions Tag. Rumbling.
Tiers, tiers and tiers. Rounds. 

Own sweet to Rounds: Finnegans Wake Pg 588-590

Drowning Street

Meaning
Fly Agaric 23 reads from Shannanigums Wave

Bass: Leslie Lopez
Drums: Steve Fly Agaric
Voice, whistles: Steve Fly Agaric
Recorded at Zen Studios
Cafe The Zen. Amsterdam by Leslie Lopez.
Executive Producer: John Sinclair
Thanks To Leslie Lopez, Larry Haden, John Sinclair, Maurits, and Cafe the Zen.
Released by: Fly Agaric 23 and Soundcloud.

Artwork by CHU
www.schudio.co.uk

Meaning

ConLibLabor
Fly Agaric 23 reads from Shannanigums Wave

Bass: Leslie Lopez
Drums: Steve Fly Agaric
Voice, whistles: Steve Fly Agaric
Recorded at Zen Studios
Cafe The Zen. Amsterdam by Leslie Lopez.
Executive Producer: John Sinclair
Thanks To Leslie Lopez, Larry Haden, John Sinclair, Maurits, and Cafe the Zen.
Released by: Fly Agaric 23 and Soundcloud.


ConLibLabor

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