by jeff noon
Johnny takes Metaphorazine. Every clockwork day. Says it burns his
house down, with a haircut made of wings. You could say he eats a
problem. You could say he stokes his thrill. Every clingfilm evening,
climb inside a little pill. Intoxicate the feelings. Play those skull-piano blues.
Johnny takes Metaphorazine.
He's a dog.
Lucy takes Simileum. That's not half as bad. She's only like a moon
goose gone slithering, upside-down teh sky. Like a tidal wave of
perfume, like a spillage in the heard. With eyes stuck tight like
envelopes, an dposted like a teardrop. Like a syringe, of teardrops
<sic>. Like a dripfeed aphrodesiac, swallowed like a Cadillac, Lucy
takes Simileum.
She's like a dog.
Graham takes Litotezol. Brain the size of particules, that cloud inside
of parasites, that live inside the paradise of a pair of lice. He's a
surge of melted ice cream, when he makes love like a ghost. Sparkles
like a graveyard, but never gets the urge, and then sings Hallelujah!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! like a turgid flatfoot dirge. Graham takes
Litotezol.
He's a small dog.
Josie takes Hyperbolehyde. Ten thousand every second. See her face go
touch the sky, when she climbs that rollercoaster high. That mouth!
Such bliss! All the planets and the satellites make their home inside her
lips. It's a four-minute warning! Atomic tounge! Nitrokisserene! Josie
takes Hyberbolehyde.
She's a big dog.
Alanis takes Alliterene. It drags a deeper ditch. And all her dirty
dealings display a debonair disdain. Her dynamo is dangerous, ditto her
dusky dreams. Dummies devise diverse deluxe debacles down dingy
darkened detox driveways. Alanis takes Alliterene.
She's a dead dog, ya dig?
Desmond takes Onamatopiates.
He's a woof woof.
Sylvia takes oxymorox. She' got the teenage menopause. Gets her
winder-sugar somersaults from sniffing non-stick glue. She wears the
V-necked trousers, in the blind-eye looking-glass. Does the amputated
tango, and then finds herself quite lost, in the new old English
style!. Sylvia takes Oxymorox.
She's a cat dog.
But Johnny takes Metaphorazine. Look at those busted street lamp eyes,
that midnight clockface of a smile. That corrugated tinflesh roof of a
brow. The knife, fork and spoon of his fingers, the sheer umbrella of
the man's hairdo! the coldwater bedsit of his brain. He's a fanfare of
atoms, I tell you! And you know that last, exquisite mathematical
formula rubbed off the blackboard before the long summer holidays
begin?
Well, that's him. Speeding language through the veins, Johnny takes
Metaphorazine.
He's a real dog.
Johnny takes Metaphorazine. Every clockwork day. Says it burns his
house down, with a haircut made of wings. You could say he eats a
problem. You could say he stokes his thrill. Every clingfilm evening,
climb inside a little pill. Intoxicate the feelings. Play those skull-piano blues.
Johnny takes Metaphorazine.
He's a dog.
Lucy takes Simileum. That's not half as bad. She's only like a moon
goose gone slithering, upside-down teh sky. Like a tidal wave of
perfume, like a spillage in the heard. With eyes stuck tight like
envelopes, an dposted like a teardrop. Like a syringe, of teardrops
<sic>. Like a dripfeed aphrodesiac, swallowed like a Cadillac, Lucy
takes Simileum.
She's like a dog.
Graham takes Litotezol. Brain the size of particules, that cloud inside
of parasites, that live inside the paradise of a pair of lice. He's a
surge of melted ice cream, when he makes love like a ghost. Sparkles
like a graveyard, but never gets the urge, and then sings Hallelujah!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! like a turgid flatfoot dirge. Graham takes
Litotezol.
He's a small dog.
Josie takes Hyperbolehyde. Ten thousand every second. See her face go
touch the sky, when she climbs that rollercoaster high. That mouth!
Such bliss! All the planets and the satellites make their home inside her
lips. It's a four-minute warning! Atomic tounge! Nitrokisserene! Josie
takes Hyberbolehyde.
She's a big dog.
Alanis takes Alliterene. It drags a deeper ditch. And all her dirty
dealings display a debonair disdain. Her dynamo is dangerous, ditto her
dusky dreams. Dummies devise diverse deluxe debacles down dingy
darkened detox driveways. Alanis takes Alliterene.
She's a dead dog, ya dig?
Desmond takes Onamatopiates.
He's a woof woof.
Sylvia takes oxymorox. She' got the teenage menopause. Gets her
winder-sugar somersaults from sniffing non-stick glue. She wears the
V-necked trousers, in the blind-eye looking-glass. Does the amputated
tango, and then finds herself quite lost, in the new old English
style!. Sylvia takes Oxymorox.
She's a cat dog.
But Johnny takes Metaphorazine. Look at those busted street lamp eyes,
that midnight clockface of a smile. That corrugated tinflesh roof of a
brow. The knife, fork and spoon of his fingers, the sheer umbrella of
the man's hairdo! the coldwater bedsit of his brain. He's a fanfare of
atoms, I tell you! And you know that last, exquisite mathematical
formula rubbed off the blackboard before the long summer holidays
begin?
Well, that's him. Speeding language through the veins, Johnny takes
Metaphorazine.
He's a real dog.
