[THE TRUCE ARMADA OF NINE NOVEMBRYO'S EIGHTH OCTO-BEX OCTAVUS:]
November 03, 2003, 22:57

[note:]

before the wax month (moth) of Nouvembre sideburns with luxury, I, myself, must recap moments of the mighty eighth month: 
[OCTO-BEX OCTAVUS:]

[VIA: VIENNAGRAM TELETEXT] 

[PARIS:]
Acclaimed personality A.V. Vienna revolutionizes the blood transfusion franchise with a hollow cello body and a typewriter. Experts announce it as “the end of the beginning”, while others enjoy the fringe benefits of bouffants.
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[NEW YORK:]

New flights from Hi Fi International:
“The strings of our open office are like bait to these beauties.”

Pheramone jet sets to bury the remnants of Count Organ in the hills of Diaspora Valley. The ashes of which percolate in the ocean ease. c’est la vie. A treasure for the desert iguanas to devour. 

Lest we not forget the savory details of ‘trollin to the Bangkok Chess Club beat, Where they can hardly hold paint brushes with their fingers crossed so tight. I admire them like elephant skulls of crusted glycerin.	
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[IRELAND:]
I hear Helsinki is beautiful this time of year. 
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[MADRID:]

Vienna creates Isolation of electric angels in power lines. 
Seconds later, Vienna exclaimed: 
“Succumb to the waves of the alternative evolution revolution. 
Rejoice my beauticians! I have returned…” 

[NOTE:] 
(Peter t. McFarland,non concentration, IS the various lungfish)
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[SALVATION CITY:]

Acid rain of smoldering brass cascade. 
The Hi-Fi International rides again. 
The gristle of traffic strikes the lust of kamikaze company
Ladies and gentlemen, lace up your gurneys
Vienna’s iron fist through nylon glove 
Sunset steers the long fingers of true deceivers … 
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[DEATH VALLEY:]
Mon Amour, the banquet of slight interlude.
Engagements of celebrated intellectuals alike
Watch how they curtsy and bow in this sullen silence of dusk in the marshes:

ESTEEMED GUESTS: “Praise! Praise! Vienna! deceive us with the pineapple novelty;
charm us with flutes of lies and enticement 
we admire your complex finesse.”

VIENNA: “Friends of Vienna, you’ve outdone myself! My static toungue of fortune was only for acid decoration, as you were always the salivating audience.” 

We shall rise tonight as widowing bells, and set such private jets towards the horizons lonely whistle. 
Alas, we must whither before we can bloom. 

The Host of the banquet samples all platters
With pallets and chalice of tarantula tap
And the pale minestrone from bath water tactiles.
In flies the wigs of east/west deceit
Where the widow maker will sleep.
Leaf of mint; a tint of disguise
Shall make the debutante roll her eyes. 
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[ISTAMBUL:]
skew the outlook of the octovus octobex
in the mid Atlantic sky we witness crustacean breasts.
cleavage crabclaw in the teeth of czech;
the hi-fi internationale gastro intestinal rides again…
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[MIRROR IMAGE PARIS:] 
Doctors report Vienna: a modern marvel.
[Classified:]
Concubine document X-rays indicate that the source of ominous tape worm factory sinus taxes are actually molars: 
As with everything, Vienna must go above and beyond himself, in this case growing enormous anti-evolutionary molars and storing them inside his golden skull bone. Novembryo will be the ninth palace visited in the cycloptic saga. 
Now is the time of swollen molars to modern day martyrs. 
Now is the time of Vienna molar vitruviance. 
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[TARANTULA RUMANIA:]

FRIENDS OF VIENNA: “When you give us Vienna, you give us virtue.” 

Octo-bex coccyx of Octovus landscape, 
You may tremble and weep,
But without sleep, 
One is dancing in the dialect of fools. 
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[VIENNA MANOR:]

{twilight}
and as we live out all our pleasures, 
one must never bother to Czech their master. 

[END VIENNAGRAM:]