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Cometh the hour, drinketh the tea. Ceylon succours! Brist to thy mill, my decimo modulo. Undergunned and outperforated, nudibranches sprout multifariously from the Great Orme's latitudinous valve. Press thy lips to the slug's salty slime, s
Tan sandstone blocks, upon which lies like a shroud a vaporous husk, the branch system of a long-dead ivy, blushing dark cobweb of dusky vine. What enormous tonnage, what great weight of crumbling stone. All we lack is longterm thinking; the
How furcate is my volley! How splend the strand of string that strays from straggle heath to sponly suedes! As Swayze sways, these rays persuade, he's raised the waves from wasteful ways. A length of clothespipe, flurdled in a codheap. Did y
Gnolling cloudless and winsome o'er the hobbledy froom, a snipjack trejury come treacling langwards from netherlandish parts. Hobskoosh onely wonders, the pibbletosh skim skimmety-skim on glasslake ribble. Nabberlack lip-licker frusking out t
Jellyfish desperate to save their habitat crammed themselves a hundredfold into the nozzle, but the reactor continued to function. The queen's coronation pie was stuffed to the brim with lamprey, slave blood still dripping from their toothy ma
When tender frond the turlingdromes, and vestas whiffle from their homes, out in the misty magma moonlight, neeping in the afternoon, bright Lesmerelda flaunts her chubbles, great malinky double-bubbles. What a wald! I wadnae yield to see her
The ungudly abuminations multiplied twentyfold in mere hours, gnashing their gnarled dentata and puffing out those coarsely bristled cheeks. The growls and grufflings bargled forth long and loudsome, trombonerous and chewbattic rumbunctions re
An old woman walking her dog in a field of clover came across a shepherdess looking over her flock of forty-six brown sheep and two dozen lambs. Each sheep wore upon its face a pair of half-moon spectacles and an embarrassed expression (the la
Will you face the racing thoughts that swell and swirl around your goldfish bowl, those thoughts that swallow you up whole and wrap themselves around your soul? And did you ever stop to place a guiding gentle hand upon your face and say, be sti
A sprinkling of dusty flakes, the dead skin that makes crusts upon the brow and which blizzards away as one's forehead creases in blowzy consternation, fall lightly upon the humpbacked bellypaunch, the curly-haired chest. One is reluctant to m
There are several really interesting clocks in Berlin. I've never been myself, but horology is an abiding interest. At the intersection of sciences between horology and botany, we find the dandelion clock, which the French call pissenlit. Th
Scooping out great fistfuls of hogflesh: argument over who gets the choicest meat; me wants the bellymeat, no no no me wants the headmeat... Delicately flick the pointed tip of one's tongue into the vacant snout to slurp at the cool jelly up t
So many layers of cryptic meaning envelop this week's Epidose that I feel frankly giddy just imagining the possibility of thinking about it.Listen Now.You are intelligent creatures, at least so I'm given to understand, so you'll have no pro
Last Christmas, I gave you my heart, but the very next day, you gave it away. Andrew Ridgely's transplant unit hijinks on Boxing Day notwithstanding, we are pleased as plum duff to present this somewhat delayed selection box of seasonally-flavo
A year and a day ago, the first Epidose of Esoteric Music Lounge careened forth, lurching and uncontrollable, like a jellied emission coughed quivering from the clot-flecked and mucous lungs of a verminous shoulder-whisperer, its uncertain traj
Imagine building an enormous sandwich packed full with all the world's rugs. That would take some serious eating. How big would one's mouth have to be to munch the ultimate rug sandwich? Pretty big mouth, I'm saying. Spreading alternate layers
A foul wind blew from the west, and deathly silence fell across the land. Winter fell. The ground hardened, crusted over with ice sheets as hard as granite. Our hearts needs must become as the speckled lights of a hundred million tiny candles
Let's sneak out a quicky before the month closes, eh? A full twelth part of the year done with already, and what have we learnt? (Keep your hands from the firepit, lest ye get burnt.) Warning: this Epidose contains bad language (infrequent, str
Despite seemingly no reference to the fact, this Epidose is dedicated to the crows. The Scottish novelist Iain Banks, author of the Culture series, and novels such as The Wasp Factory and The Crow Road, passed away in 2013. His writings have be
The cylinders spin, the gears mesh, and various degrees of parity drift in and out of phase like those sudden infinities born of mirrors in alignment. A persistent illness; one neither recovers nor dies. I fell asleep in the afternoon amidst go
Twice two is four, twice four is eight, twice cream is forty -- double top! My leg fell down a hole the other day before, but it was alright, because I broke it on a gerbil. To conclude: there are uncomfortably too many different kinds of rode
I am undecided as to the colouration of my sofa. You might say it is the colour of English mustard, but you would never call it yellow. Neither do orange, brown, gold or green seem to fit. It is too vibrant to go by ochre, yet too muted as to a
Hello again, you scrotty furtlers! Nam Rood liveth on in all our hearts, not to mention sheds, with grubby tips all still a-dangle from his inky forehead. But that's another tin of fetid maggots, to be saved for another dinner...Listen Now.We b
The pie is blue, the graph is green, and nothing new is ever as it seem, so hello again and welcome to another podcast! You join me as I'm shampooing my sofa with a loofah. Mostly just wear and tear, of course, but one can never be too careful.
Here we all are once again, gathered for a rummage through the dusty depths of my loose sock drawer. What's that fallen down the back there? Looks like a grunnet! Hey! I've a grunnet!Oh... Never mind. It was only a wisbit...Listen Now.Have we h
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