[THE PRICELESS NANCY SINATRA COBRA:]
August 13, 2003, 22:59

1. Printer's devilry (PD)
2. Sire and Dam (S&D)
3. Right and Left (R&L) 
4. Misprints (M) 
5. Definition and Letter Mixture (DLM)
6. Spot the Theme (ST)

{dawn}
Digging for quahogs with the Vietnamese triplets
They show me their cat breeding program. It’s good to know They are keeping so busy; And it’s only October!
Their day will come, when they must put in the 9-5. But as for now, the worries blow away like the soft blue sand on the shores of the big time. 

The Gastro-intestonal Gene Krupa flips a bum a Washington (PD); tell him to hit the Spanish brothel circuit. He spits up all over his Pennsicola rubber-alls and wraps a sticky article to a Gastro ankle. 
She reads:
“Busy Business in cat-breeding?”
[BULLHORN:]
NO RESERVATIONS

{midday}
one worn by me and fellow, jersey high roller/ Heavy social drinker, Admiral GROUSE.
“give me the action!” he croaks,” Al, I’ve got a fire escape conscience. Jesus Christ won’t LET OFF”
[CODE:] LET-OFF (LET OFF meaning fire, LET-OFF meaning escape) 

[TECHNIQUE:]
Who killed the Kennedy’s pet pig? (ST)

I’ve had enough of this ethnic jail. Look at my blood watch…
”midday already – “would all carnivore amatures like a double?” but I’m already full of ego. 

Invitro kittens- ultimate in detection heaven (HEAVE (haul) N (last letter in DEFECTION)) (R&L) 


UNI-DENT SNAKE: “The Gastro- Intestinal Lounge: Large crowd in front of the Spanish inn HOSTEL”
Pray on America, Miss Steak’s own the most beautiful slaves.

PROMENADE DISCIPLE: “what Early pin is for the front of lapel, say?” (M) 
ALEX VIENNA: “why my beauty queen, I’m pro-leg” 
She stuck out her communist rag and wiped a coat of muscus off
Clearly, a side effect of excessive Intestinal ingestion of pomade embryo. 
[CLASSIFIED:]
cryptic definition seen overhead, redhead/ brunette/blonde 
although this makes the surface cover story magnificent, can it really be justified? 
We’d soon find out. But first…

anyone who went down this route would have hit big trouble. 
(Transfix back to the smoldering piano.) 
“So what color was Portugal? I hear it’s beautiful this time of the year” 
The crabclaw lights a match,
CRABCLAW: “Oh, it was beautiful. The temperature rose.”
ALEX VIENNA: “Like the flower?” 
CRABCLAW: “I suppose so” 
She takes a large black roman candle out of the hood and turns up her CB radio. 
ALEX VIENNA(M) : “so what’s the angle?” (R&L) 
The Crabclaw starts wearing down, she’s got to work now. 
Option A: The kid with the jamaican lip. Bad driver, can’t keep the yellows apart from the blacks. Spits racial slurs and coughs under the piano keys. Wafting moth ball aroma sticks deep, like a scorpion sting into sunburn blister. 
Crabclaw receives an order from her Siamese lover via [TELEPHONE WIRE:]
[PIANO ROLL:]
“This is the last we’ll be hearing from you. Feed this kid to the pedes’.” 
[CLASSIFIED:]
knowing what is about to happen, I take c-o-m-plete control of the burning piano.
The crabclaw turns on the heat, and dozen of intricate rotten embryo’s hatch and centipede’s pour out of the radiator. Unexpectedly(M) , the heat causes the crabclaw’s [TELEPHONE WIRE:] to melt in her lap. The jamaican lip is screaming for justice, while counter-culture radicals try to commandeer the now explosive piano. It’s packed to the stamen with paper work; the intestines of vehicle are exploding with sour breast milk, 
Admiral GROUSE: “good god, get a rowboat, citizens.” (R&L) 
[TECHNIQUE:] (DLM)
centipedes spin a perfect silk showcase for wind resistance: crash and entrench an entire nursery. 
The cleavage crabclaw screams as kamakazi’s shoot rounds of ammo to penetrate her signature. 
EXPERTS: “Not even our best men can cross those T’s” 
A desert balancing act. Without water:
the centipede fodder makes a silken army out of their own bodies
March on to the missions at midnight
Burning Rome like a hotel lobby (M) 
Within every white silk scarf,
There is a reason to burn the convents, again.

Milkshake= pesticide
Handshake= incest
Prison= golf team
Cemetary= swim team
[BULLHORN:]
THE DUCHESS: “Let the sister centipede, drink milkshakes of peace.”

{sundown}
The virgin dance between wives and widows
Tutankhamen serving Osiris unspoiled teenage sweatglands 
(her great snout elongates and snaps)
The gastro intestinal game goes on with standardize testing
The pollen has fallen and decoded: Cure asthma with smoke? 
Golden syrup crust, no government tie
Government lie is unfortunately something beyond boyfriend controversy
Examples of follicle hair samples: veins of an insect's wing 
Ohio officials, for example, are up a creek 
Bipolar High rollers are busy Defining the modern age.

[CLASSIFIED:]
Unrefined coagulated milk 
Old Mayday label a neighbour has used 
English lady badly skinned 
[ANSWER:] Big Pinchers

{dusk}
storm for amour armor
Marching of Mars(h) in battling bagged head of Dionysus', live long sentimentalists!
While rebuilding a Viola, I choked on some mints from the Cobra Cafe 
As it is very isolated in the mill, I was choking for a fashionable minute.
I watched the world shrill and shrink; Slim Whitman is what it sounds like to suffocate

Luckily, some monks showed up and punctured my tracheae with a burning olive branch 
I Charged the Saints 70 rubles for musical instruments.

While walking down in front of the Poison Palace, a few drunken Intellectuals, screamed and said I 'smelled just like a sheep killing dog.' 
It must’ve been the tarantula rum talking, so I flipped them a few Avida Dollars.
"Those who do not want to imitate anything, produce nothing." 

{twilight}
Sitting alone at night in secret study; it causes provocation 
This climate is perfect for the Nancy Sinatra cobra!

The [TELEPHONE WIRE:] is ringing off the hook.
Before I can answer, Pheramone pulls the phone out of the socket.
The karma police, annoyed by such arrogance, remove her lungs and attack her with jellyfish. 
Smoker’s cough, they call it.
The Honest Reverend given a proper Viking funeral; god speed, rare bird. 

[BULLHORN:]
Truth is printed in Benday dots:

“The glamour of dishonest men denying; 
They stoned His saints and self;
But with the vain of their defying;
They rose to do His will;”
- A.V. Vienna

[END VIENNAGRAM:]