Lexigrams of the Moment

I wed a real bastard, didn’t I?

He lied and then I lied and then we died a weird, eerie death in the news.

We had blazed a trail!

Then, THE NEWS. THE LIES.

Aren’t he and she the sleaziest??

What a waste!!

What are his wiles?

I see new hazards!

Is she the best (in bed)?

This heart has been his!

What is it that she has that I haven’t?

This is wild!

I hate that he has her in his heart. I hate this.

Tears and tears and tears - a salt-water bath!

What did that beast want her as?

We were the best!!

He has what he needs here!!

I realized late - he is trailer trash, isn’t he?!

At least there was Wade. He was the dearest and the best.

Desires and rewards, desires and rewards.

I do as I desire - RASH.

As he eyes her, a needy one does as he desires when he is hard and ready. Yes.

I do who I desire or need, when and where I desire!

No one dare deny a dear adored one!

And when on news, I answer!

Who, when, where, why?

How do I answer? I deny!

How did I answer? I denied!

His dear ones now dread a weirdo.

He was worse when he was on news shows.

When he was on news and his hair was so shiny and tidy, and he was so wordy and so ha, ha, ha - he ANNOYED!

HIS DEAR ONES ARE WAY ANNOYED NOW.

He was showered - rewarded as his were rare dares.

His ideas, his words, and his hair were his wonder.

Anyone who now see John or hear John, see worries and hear woe and sorrow.

He is so needy now.

Read the news!

His needs were rewarded.

Now his desires are won.

So?

As he dies, when he is dead, no one - his dear warders, none - heeds his ideas or words.

Now, his dear ones are worried and worn raw as HE HAS SHOWN ONE SIDE.

He hides and has hidden his horrid sordid side, his snide sneer, his hard eyes.

Reason?

None said.

He is done in on desire - his sad downside.

Is he sorry?

Yes and no.

Oh, any way - he has washed his hair now so …

HELL HERE.

He’ll hire her, rent her; he’ll enter her, he’ll tell the lie.

Eerie? True.

I hunt, I lure, I lie, then I hurt her.

Then I hurt.

Rue the lie, rue the lure, rue the rut, rue the hurt.

Until he return?

Rue the elite runt.

tony blair

Can it really be the case that this Brit lies, tells scary stories to his nation, then carries his nation to battle in another nation so that he / his crony in another nation can steal oil in that nation?

Yes.

Is this action heroic?

No.

So let’s not sit still on this.

At last, at his trial, as he sit in an inter-national hot-seat, Tony’ll broil, roast, char.

So too, soon his loyal crony / crony he is also loyal to also sit in that hot seat at a trial in his nation.

These cronies banter, chat a lot. They listen to each other. They ha, ha, ha.

In their starry-eye star roles as honest, loyal controllers, both are able to scare, lie to their nations so the nations listen to all they say.

This other ‘hero’ liar in another nation chose to lie to his nation also.

He lies / they lie, so his nation / their nations can steal oil in another nation. Yes. It is so.

CHASTISE, CHASTEN, BERATE, HOLLER AT, YELL AT, STONE a BRAT AT A NASTY TRIAL.

HE’S NOT REALLY SO LOYAL TO A NATION. HE ONLY REALLY LISTEN TO A LOYAL CRONY SO THEY CAN STEAL OIL.

At the trial, listen to this tony Labor liberal - he is not a Tory.

At the trial, he’ll say he has the best heart, is a real loyalist to his nation - yet his actions say he cares the least, as he lies to his nation.

THIS ‘NATIONAL HERO LOYALIST’ IS REALLY A BLATANT LIAR. YES.

All he tells his nation are silly stories that his cronies share.

LISTEN TO THE TRIAL!  IT IS ALL CLEAR IN THIS TRIAL.

As he can choose, his action is scary - LET’S START A ROYAL SCARE, THEN LET’S STEAL THEIR OIL! YES!!

It is a snot-nose, star school-boy, best-boy brat action.

This cranial, brainy boy earns all As in school, yet he is a rotten little brat.

young tony blair

As a school boy he listens, he cares, he tries his best. They teach, he learns.

Yet, BRISTLE as this school-boy is also a blatant liar, a liberal sinner.

ALERT! He also cheats - a lot.

Teach a brat the A,B,Cs. He learns to betray others. At a school they call ‘the north Eton’, he learns to be scary as a bear or a lion - NOT NICE.

He also really hates others that betray his loyalty. On this he rants, he rails!

He CAN BE AS BOORISH, AS TRIBAL AS THE TALIBAN HE TRIES TO SNARE.

His LOYALTY to his nation tells others he is the best to chart a nation’s star.

This is an act.

Notice that he is rash, hasty, he acts in haste.

Is this treach[e]ry? No.

Is he liable, as a traitor that betrays his national oath? Yes.

Listen …

This school-boy brat Tony is in a closet. He really isn’t able to easily share his horrible stories.

He can cry in a closet. Yes, really. He cries. This trial is so scary. He can sit in a rat’s nest!

So, is he really boorish, nasty, scary?

Is he really a liberal liar?

OR IS HE THE BEST NATIONAL HERO SINCE HE CHASE, CAST A NET TO NAB THE TRIBAL TALIBAN?

Listen at a trial.

At the trial he’ll say that he only tries his best to chart a nation’s star.

Oh, his nation hasn’t any oil at all, so to lie to steal it isn’t so horrible - is it?

It’s easy, isn’t it?

He sent others’ little ones to battle - not his little ones.

This boor can’t try to be in the shoes - those that lost their little ones in this really silly battle all to steal oil.

At a trial, can he at least say he’s sorry?

This rotten, so-call national hero is soon to be a lost, lonely, loser.

Then, so too is his crony - a ‘hero’ in another nation - as he too sit in the hot-seat at a trial.

Ah, to only rest at his only one’s breast! At least she honors this tony actor as her hero!

ALARM!

SEE ME, MR. MACHO, AS A SPECIAL MALE POLICE AS I CHASE A POOR LEECH, SCARE POOR SHEEP, PLACE - A JAIL.

ESCAPE?

HA! HERE???

LOSE HOPE.

HELP HELP!! I AM POOR, PLEASE HELP ME!!

See a male police cop perspire as he poach poor people, reap some praise as a special cop.

See a cheap miser chase poor.

His special solo role is preach hope - all lies - as he harms.

Poor = crime?

He has arms, he aims. He has police armies. Armies help him chase poor miles.

He maps a scenario, prepares a lair - poor.

A sham cop. A shame.

His special charms are his smile, his simple calm, his ha ha.

His crimes are he spoil a promise as a cop helper.

See a scam. Hear screams as his armies rape (see sperm), harm poor.

He is a POSER as a prime cop, an arch police.

He claims he has a special role as his area has scale, is more loose, has more space - MORE POOR PEOPLE.

He see poor as leaches he chase - a caper.

PEOPLE CHOSE  him as his role as LEECH CHASER.

He is a real creep. He REPELS some people.

See him pop a pimple.

Some he homes are so poor!

Senor Arpaio! Please! Please! Help me!

I am so poor! I promise I am here as a helper!!

MARCH!

I AM A COP.

AS A SPECIAL ROLE, I CHASE POOR, I HOME POOR - A JAIL.

A PROMISE IS A PROMISE.

A JAIL IS A PALACE! SO I CARE, SEE?

I’m a real peach!

See rape?

Perhaps.

See peace?

Come here, come closer … see me?

See prism colors.

I am here as people see me as a leech, sheep chaser.

I help REAL people.

I also help sheeple, as a jail I prepare is a palace!

Lend an ear or READ!

DANGER! GORE! ANGER! RAGE!

A dare, a pallor, a glare, leer.

A pledge, a plea!

Gall.

Regard a lad, a loner on dope, regal.

A pen and a pad, a grade-A plan, an adage or an ode.

Glean an ogre parade.

A pagan, a parlor, a red drape.

A roan gallop and leap along a long open road.

Or, a gear, a pedal, a rope, a gale.

Grope, engorge, rape.

Open a ledger and prod a legal angle.

Elope or go on, alone.

Adore, pander - a dear one, a lap dog, an angel, a doll.

Goal?

PEG A LONER - A PRO AND A PEN - LAND A GRAND DEAL - EARN DOLLAR ON A READ - GORE AND DANGER - REAL GLAD.

END A LARGE LORD.

Ladle, lap grape.

All luck? NO!

AN ADORABLE STAR AND A NATURAL TALENT, A BORN ACTOR.

A CALL-BACK.

CAST A STAR ON REEL.

Cobalt blue and scarlet red.

SEE CONTRAST???

A role can suck, but a talented actor, a star on reels can bend, create roles to needs.

ALL NATURAL.

See a back-to-nature star and a callous on a butt.

Take care also, as an actor’s talons are out.

A brat can cut and scar; a doll can be tender and cure.

Run a Bunsen burner or launder a blouse.

Attend to a dear one or be cold and not care at all.

An actor can bust a butt to do stunts, be a pal and banter, knead bread, be at a desk, scour a tub, take a bullet (a blank), and clean a snot nose.

Cute. A clean neck, neat ears, and a natural bust earns an actor dollars - tons.

Sandra can be rude, sullen, sad, under clouds, and blue.

ALERT.

An acute attack on set. Take care.

Track a nut.

Set broken bones.

A burn, arson on a set.

Stand and run.

See a dark lot, a broken lock, a car stolen, a scared Sandra.

Don’t be alone at all.

A SECRET.

SEE ABUSE.

Stuck as a bore, a bland, dull one doesn’t let Sandra out to do as Sandra needs.

A real set-back. See a dear one as bastard.

Sandra does a lot, but a bastard doesn’t let Sandra do as Sandra needs - NOT AT ALL!

A bastard calls Sandra a real c*&%.

Sandra doesn’t talk to a loser.

Sandra can trade.

Lacks a cradle - not care.

A bold one learns, dares, leads, rules.

Sure and true.

TRUST SANDRA TO NOT SUBORN.

Count on a star to use soul, to be best at an actor’s art.

Secure a star at a rate - dollars and dollars and dollars.

Truckloads - so Sandra LENDS, SENDS, DONATES A LOTTA DOLLARS to lost souls.

Read cues, see clues.

As a bastard rants, so Sandra can stab or use bullets on a dear one and end - a rat’s nest.

Take care, Sandra. Don’t be alone and don’t trust a bastard.

Glean images in a mélange of letters.

See the steam rise on a mirage.

See the meat, see the gristle. EAT IT.

It’s legit.

See smiles as those ‘not into it’ realise there is something to it.

Ease into it! Let go! See the sign - the NAME - in front of some THING or someone’s nose?

That sign is an image of others’ stories.

Imagine those stories. See them as real.

Let the letters merge into mental images.

Let the names, the signs, the mental images, the stories mingle or mix into the real.

Retain these as memories of things, eras in time, or others - male or female - as he or she or these are great or grim.

Set these memories in stone, then set them in motion. LISTEN TO THESE TO THE MAX.

From time to time, someone seems eerie.

This is the time to get into it.

If not, feel the sting in great grief in realise too late that NAMES MATTER … NAMES ARE MATTER.

So smile at this art!

LETTERS EXIST.

Seeing this as either the greatest, sexi-est site on the Internet or slamming it as, at most, a moron’s art?

These are the ones to see the lexigrammer as a finagler that tries to fix letters to form an image from a name or a time.

No.

Memorise this: In a lemon tree forest there is no salt.

This art entitles emo-morons to their right to sort the great, the smart, the mean, the ogres, or to see a ghost!

NOTE: ENGLISH IS THE HOME, THE SINGLE, SOLE, LONE AGENT OF THIS ART - NO OTHER.

Isn’t it neat?

Ahem.

At least someone tries to master this regal name-game art that lets others see things as they are.

Most seem to mangle it!

Oh, LORDY!

She has the dearest heart? HA!

She’s LETHAL.

HEAR THE DEATH RATTLE AS STEALTHY RAYNELLA STANDS NEAR OTHERS.

ALERT - HELL ON EARTH HERE.

RENDER HER DEATH THREATS AS REAL!

TREAT HER AS A REAL THREAT!

THIS LOST LADY DESTROYS OTHERS, LEADS TO DEATHS.

DON’T LET A LONELY LADY’S HANDS LEAD ANYONE TO HELL ON EARTH OR DEATH.

HATE HER AS SHE HATES OTHERS.

Yes.

She’s really a loser! And others lose all as they end her deals.

She treats others as trash. The asshole snotty rat has no heart!

Don’t dare deny Raynella dollars.

Deny her dollars and she’ll steal.

She has already stolen dollars.

Those dollars aren’t hers! They are stolen!

Deaths led to those dollars.

She sor[r]y? NOT.

She’s a stary-eyed, hard-head, and she’s hard-hearted.

Doesn’t she earn? Yes, on deals and trades.

A lonely lady doesn’t let anyone near her.

She doesn’t let anyone see her needs or dollars, so no one tells or told Raynella not to do that!

Days, years, eons … she’ll learn her lesson - HELL.

Hear her! She yells, hollers at those that try to tell her she’s rather tasteless or dreary.

AND She doesn’t let anyone see that she has the sense to destroy her dear ones to try to earn dollars.

Her closest ally? Her closet.

See Raynella as lathered in, layered in death.

Yes, these letters are easy … so yes, Raynella’s EASY TO SEE AS A DESTROYER!

SEE! READ! DO!

AS THE LETTERS ‘T-H-E-O-R-Y’ ARE THERE, SO ALSO SEE A DELAY.’

Hold on! Doesn’t she try to stray?

Yes.

So, she stays - the rat’s nest.

This Kentucky woman has been indicted on charges of murdering her second husband. A trial has been held and a jury began deliberations on 23 January, 2010. Since 2006, she has remained under general suspicion for the peculiar death of her first husband. In both cases, financial benefit through her role as insurance beneficiary is generally considered to be her motive.

In a panic? Manic? A gimp? Ailing, ill? In an aching, gnawing pain? Limping? Living in a wall, wailing? Craving a living?

Willing?

AVAIL, CALL Dr. Phil - A MAN CAN, A MAN WILLING.

I AM A LIVING PILL - I CAN CALM ALL, I WILL CALM ALL.

AVAIL A PIP MAKING A LIVING - MAKING A KILLING - CALMING ALL.

Air a call-girl all, pimp a call girl.

I grip, clamp a pan, a pail, a can, a whip.

RAW WAR!

I, a grim prim prig can map a living, plan a living.

A vain VIP lip pig chimp, I claim I am hip!

All hail Dr. Phil, a champ.

In a pinch, a calming man can grip an ill, a chip - map a living plan.

Craving a pill???

All crap.

Camping, a picnic, air, rain, drawing, grain - all can calm!