Pseudo-Tongue Twisters

Pseudo-Tongue Twisters inspired by Kenneth King’s Writing in Motion

1.

I SHOOT SHODDY SHUCKS AT SENSUOUS SORTS OF FUCKS FOSTERING TRUCKS UNDER WINGS OF RED DUST WHICH PASS BY THE GROWING GLASS GRASS GLOWING IN THE LAST LAUGH. WE THUMP BUMP HUMP LIKE SHARP SHARKS SEEPING AND SEEKING STAR STAFF FOR DUTIES BARE RARE AND WRETCHED IN DESPAIR. THAT THICK WHITE AIR UP THERE THAT BUBBLES IN THE PUDDLES CAUSING KAHFUDDLES AND HUMBLING MUMBLES THAT BEFUDDLE TUMBLING DOWN TROUBLES IN PILES OF RUBBLE RIFLES LIKE TRIFLE SHIP SHUFFLE INTO TRUFFLE. FEATHER RUFFLE CAN’T HEAR PAST THE MUFFLE. LAST LAUGH OFFERS TROTTERS TRUCE JUICE GROUP TROOP IN A HUGE HOMEMADE SOUP ON LOOP KEEPING A COOP IN A COO COO COO, WHATCHA GONNA DO WITH THE FEW THAT KEEP THE GLUE NEW AN’ FULL OF HUE? YOU! BLUE RINGED MONSTER MASTER IN A TRIP OF DISASTER, SMARTER AN’ FASTER AN’ TIED TO A PASTEUR, SPILLING OUT WORDS HOT ROCKED SHOCKED AND SHUCKED LIKE AN OYSTER. TEASER MOISTER THAN A HOISTER GROUND FEEDER, SHE’S A PLEASER OF PISA, GIZA AND OF SHIVA. ATROPHIC METAPHORIC FANZINE FEATURING FEUDAL FESTIVITIES OF HOSTILITY AGGRAVATED MASS CURATED AND GENERATED IN A MASQUERADE OUT DATED AND PRO-CREATED. WORN THIN AND FORNICATED LIKE THE PLASTER ON MY BLASTER’S RAFTERS MISTER BROADCASTER’S SISTER’S GONNA CAST HER WHISPERS INTO A BLISTER LIKE A TWISTER. HONEY’S GLITZIER THAN THE GRAMMAR HAMMER OF GLAMOUR’S CLAMOUR.
2.

GOTTA MUSTER THE CLUSTER BEGIN TO FLUSTER ROUGHER THAN A HUSTLER SNAG DRAG BULL WHIP HAG THAT SAGS, LAGGING LIKE LUCID LICE IN CYANIDE SCREAMIN’ AN’ DREAMIN’. SHOT HER DEAD IN A PLACE O’ DREAD PAPA’S SHED HAS GOT A SCENT TOO HEAVY FOR YOUR HEAD. BLEEP AND POUR POOR LITTLE WHORE GALORE. SET OFF THE SHORE ALL RAW LIKE SANDPAPER DOOR SHAPER RAZOR IMPLORE! THE FLOOR! TO DO MORE! RUSTY RED ROPE SOAP RUB A DUB DUB IN YOUR HUB LIL’ CUB. 8 TRACK SLOW BACK TRACK BLOW. THE FELLOW KNOWS WITH THE NOSE THAT HE BELLOWS BELOW THE SHALLOW GALLOWS LIKE A DUMP TRUCK STEAMING HUNK FUNK THAT SUNK STREAMING AND BEAMING WHILE YOU’RE SEEMINGLY CREAMING BUNKIN’ IN YOUR TRUNK WITH A MONK BARELY BREATHING AFTER HEAVING.

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