I have little time in world to greet fish in sea
Some school swim left and some swim to true luff
I pump up the jamz with pod of I and escape big city lights
LI LI LI LI LI LI LIGHTS
Music and poetry will meet in head with small dove.
Also with small dove, Vladimir Puten will raise only bar set for justice.
I know this be true. We met – each other – I was ten and he thirty.
With small dove flying out of lion rib cage – I have found new cheers:
Face the morning! With no pants!
Rejoice! We receive information about our sister, Panini, through comment from new friend!
You read comment at end of blog to see for what I speak.
It is with new found energy and happy I prepare to rescue my brother, Schlotzky, from his prison. From there we will travel North to finaly reunite with our lost sister.
Tonight I embark with flipper and goggle to Alkatraz!
To for be loved
That is the greatest escape
For with the hour of the froth of the dolphin
We swim from as if enwombed
And from the stratified depths of our souls
we find peace with floatation devices
and freedom
Look for me on the horizon. I will be in disguise:
My brother! It has been seffen hours since i have pants. I am lucky to have big john as friend. He have pants big enough for the both of us. And he smuggle in great american invention, iphone, so for to I am able to try to reach you, Quizno! I have been contained in this ribcage of cold american lion for what? For to honor silly law that make sense only in winter. I am no balizka, and will neffer, neffer, neffer be treated like!
some of the other prisoners
My prison
Let me tell you, brother, how to get to prision. It is on island in the middle of cold ocean where young boys swim to be men sometime. I find picture in small prison meeting place for to help you find. We must plan break! We will plan in the form of song and poetry, so as to be secret from the others that are not one of us. Write with poem to inform me of position of escape!
I haff learned true secret, one secret that frighten me into hurry. We are but two that seek Panini. She plan great things in the north. She wear coat of many colors. Let us be swift, now brother. I must go now to find pants. I leave you with this poem.
“She sing but caged”
The camera that see you, smack you first.
This is way that prisoner is held.
Snap like American Slim Jim. Flash like American city lights.
Look out on horizon I see BOATS swift in NIGHT
They, like boys that become men in water,
to MEET puberty with head on high.
WHERE? is true love?
labiaski! My brother! labiaski!
yours,
Schlotzky
Tonight find me devastated, as my only brother has been thrown in American prison for to he forget his pants when he go to find newspaper. I now protest for justice for him, is in Beefhogistan it is not crime for to wear no pants. We are separated for until I find a way to escape him from this unjust confinement. Schlotzky, if you reading, I love you always and I will neffer neffer neffer give up the fight for true justice of you and our family.
Quizno
The poem of Sorrow:
For to who may read of the bird that has left the window sill of my heart
The bird has flown to the corners of the sea
For with which to follow begin my search
For my brother, my sister, my one true love
I weep among deserts for to bury the stones
And to see the night fall on the ribcage of inustice
Inside which awaits my brother, my friend
We must fight for what is true
And real
And scented like the tulip
For to win is to know one another
To truth is to bind
goodnight my comrades, though night of sorrow ’tis.
We have arrived to the big city!!!!
Quizno blend in with local American
Schlotzy enjoy the town…
Also, we have met one of us. He say he is not American spy. We do not believe him. Could it be true love? We will see…
Our journal from this endeavor:
1-25-09:
We have been heartbroken. The American spy did not return our salutations. We retreat from plan of action. But we NEFFER retreat from our search for true love. Signed,
Quizno and Schlotzky
1-25-09
True love has come. He is the form of 28F. We must keep incommunicado. He is one of us. Do not neffer neffer neffer retreat.
Quizno hold the message to the beautiful American spy:
1-25-09
We have been ended. True love does not exist. We will neffer, neffer, neffer love again.
1-25-09
We love again. If only for to meet once more while we are in the big city.
Yours,
Quizno and Schlotsky
This is our American rap:
“Ze Bombs, Ze Bombs Ze Bo Bo Bombs”
You better get right ’cause we’re doing you wrong
At least get happy cause we’re singing this song
Quizno and Schlotzky are singing along
Wis ze bombs, ze bombs, ze bo bo bombs
We won’t be stopped cause we gay some ze time
We spittin’ zis shit wis ze rizzy rizzy rhyme
Pump up ze jamz and butter up your biscuit
If your lips get dry you better go on and licks it
I said, and if your lips get dry you better go on and licks it
With the bomb, ze bomb, ze bo bo bomb
We grew up with the other side of the pond in our home country, Beefhogistan. There were much things that we wanted to be. Ice skaters, jump ropers, rappers, what has you. Our parents came as runaway tightrope walkers from circus. When the Beefhogistanian economy crash they could no afford the tight rope necessary for their freelance endeavors, and they became bolizkas. And if any know something about Beefhogistanian history, one know how oppressive the life of a bolizka can be. So they were forced to sell us into the cock-fighting ring, and it was then that we lost our sister, Panini.
If you see her, please please contact.
This is Schlotzky with only known picture of our mother.
Not long later, we were no longer considered chicken, but we easily passed as so. We use this skill to navigiate with slight of feather from farm to farm between country, making record of journey through poetry and song. We use our clever skills of disguise and artism for to bring happiness to poor peasant children.
This is our journey.
As we travel the world, we seek true love others that are with us, and our sister, Panini. We are very very very undercover. But we trust, that with time due and some ocean tide that bind us all, as the americans say, “we will find ourselves in a place just right, living in the valley of love and delight.”
Here we seek Panini:
We have been many places, have loved many things. We have used our travels to touch and be touched. Our lives are but poetry in the nights. Our songs are but poetry in the days.
1. Spread manifesto to all
2. Find the ones that are come with us
3. Do not be stopped
4. Do not speak of Manifesto
5. Find Panini, heal the brain, find true love
6. Write the poetry and sing the songs daily
7. Make the rituals for to try for America
8. Find the sea anenomes
9. Make record in every state
10. No looking
11. Be own documentarian
The Great Adventures of Quizno and Schlotzky 