Z – A

Zeeeee:         Is a small yet visible phenomenon exerted on a body rotating directly upon
                     any moving wind of objects at the poles and goes east to zero at the
                     equator because it is an apparent right directed outwards in a clockwise
                     velocity in a non-appreciable suspension non-advection similar to the
                     Zeeman effect.

Y (Why)          Brings to mind the breach between the Seen and the Unseen; or, in other
                     more uncrinolined disciplines, the gross symbiotic effect recently stumbled
                     upon by Yasbel’s Knife or the Kaleidoscope of Rhizomes (See Kay.)

Xotic              Haven’t seen Kay yet but news from Joan about swamps made it this way,
                     i.e., it’s okay to swim barefoot and petticoats are high fashion once again on
                     Thursdays.

V                   L

U (ewe)         Yikes. Stuck between the high court judge who is pro succulent and one
                     who believes in goat man, man goat, man goat woman, goat goat woman,
                     goat goat man, but not goat man woman unions, was fired for fro(licking)
                     with Hellava Bottom Carter. (sound of goat stumping_____!)

Thomas         Is a tank engine train? Is now a government plaza? Is my class brother? Is
                     real? Is buried? Is a punter of screen arts? Is one of Davis area’s most
                     respected dental assistants? Is conservative? Is survived by his wife of 47
                     years?

S (ess)           Slimester. Slimblekey. Once known for his chemical-holding fat bubbles, Mr.
                     Slim Shaky, aka, Whimsy Corpuscle, is survived by his wife of six months,
                     aka, Thomas Stout’s lovely widow.

Rooster          Hoopi dopey do! I want to shake my booty out da’ door. Oops. I lost a
                     feather.

Q (kewpie)     Is the codependent partner of U; sometimes, as in qarif, Q branches out on
                     her own and the results are startling and occasionally couplets. This,
                     however, is not easily perpetrated, so don’t even try if you’re into the four
                     horsemen or if you are a horse. Nothing is worse than all those qills without
                     the quivers. Either way, kewpies rule in quintuplets and then only on
                     boardwalks.

Post               Holy Rosary School of the Little Mosh Pit! I’ve just found a mosaic
                     bracelet with kewpies-encrusted gun metal. Close your little eyes and put
                     your pinkies in your ears and blow. Then write the first thing that comes to
                     your fingertips. Like this: mosquito.

O (boy)          So Steve walked into Unit 7 and I introduced him to Malcolm who, as
                     you know, bites. Steve liked him anyway and was careful to wash his hands
                     after touching him. Later Steve called Malcolm Morty by accident, which
                     actually fits really well now that Malcolm is in this new stage of his lives.
                     When I mentioned the name change to Malcolm he bit me on the leg and all
                     I could say was: Oh boy, Morty, not you too!

Names           I met this guy who changed my cat’s name from Pumpkin to Stella. Then I
                     met another guy and he changed my cat’s name from Stella to Lola.
                     After those guys I changed my cat’s name to Kitty, which better reflected
                     the fact he was 1. a cat and 2. a boy not a drag queen.

M (yum)         M’s birthday is coming up. Therefore, We will eat sirloin burgers (made from
                     mammals) at Le Tub in Hollywood (or dolphin sandwiches, not made from
                     mammals). No beets, no doves, no karaoke.

Lillian             I gave her the copy of the IR because she’s curious and also bought her a
                     journal so she can write her story. She remembers everything (maybe I’ll
                     collab. with her too, how weird?, anyway) to our (my s’s and my) wits
                     feets. When is this fete champetre? (Will you add the symbols above the
                     e’s?)I remember something about shopping at Chico’s and dinosaur kisses.

K(ay)             Kewpie doll heads. See Yasbel’s knife.

Jackson          Fetlock fetid fetishist, stand up! I’ve got geese bumps.

I                    Are you talking to me?

H                   ell no!

G                   She and her husband had tried to open a coffee shop in Englewood, Florida,
                     where the Red Tide is not a kind of tea or a communist takeover, and the guy
                     who was selling the perfectly wonderful space refused to negotiate. G was a
                     gamete, a gameshow, a gamma. She fell backwards into the pool and waited
                     for Gresham’s Law to dissipate. We left her there for about nine minutes,
                     then we pelted her with dog toys.

FCAT             Meow.

(m)E              Are you talking to me yet?

Dungeness     Crabby guy, what you want?

CLAM             I am not talking about sounds or forms or silver dolls or saffron. Here’s a
                     money saver for you (not you, lollipops): male bonding is Canadian bacon
                    (which is really ham). In a small twist of things the lice attach themselves
                     to the baby salmon who die because fish farms are run by clergymen with
                     ham sandwich fetishes who then release the (he’s so cute that guy from
                     Boston Legal) what was I talking about? Sea lice are cling-ons and they
                     attach to some fish that swim upstream or river and die because (why do
                     they die?)—lice bites?

Boo(bs)          Possibilities and everyone beautiful on tv. (See Freddie.)

A-                  go-go