A palindrome story
O readers, meet Bob. (Elapse, year! Be glass! Arc!) Bob's a gem. O, hot Bob, now one decimal, debased ullage. Pen, if Bob—saga's sage motif—set arenas. Sideman Bob: X. All eve, loner: go. Goddesses, Bob? (Arc!) No bellissima? A dank cab spans 2002's Bob.
2002 spots Bob. Emit one—not a tone radios emit, no. On tape: epic in a pod, dark cassettes in an aspirer. Bob keeps tips, secret—; tapes unacted acts aloud: Sore, I tire. My, a sad day ... a D-Day! I saw stars: a diva maid, a lass, Babs. Salad I am, avid as rats was I ... yadda, yadda ... say, merit I eros? Bob ("salad," net tape edger) dates a plug. O, yep—attuned. Lo, no easy alphas pan Bob.
Bob's a hero, level. O, ordinary! An elite galoot. No DNA, no evil star, Bob. Damn. O, tips! Snug evil spans, spins Bob.
"Parting is a torture, Pa," Bob, damp, says—"sob!" Bob's Pa's—"Rot I!"—dead. Negation, passed on. On, sunray: a dim alley step, one garret's. Afoot, alive, too meta, held in a red, null anode—dawn. Awe, wonder.
Bob's Bob, a knob, again: a man ill or tired, nude. Bad doom operates. Pus oozes, abed, in swarded rag, red. "Dastard! Do evil, demon: evade tax! If I slip up—loophole, pal." Bonsai Lager—"Damnit!" as Bob spins, braggart. Sudden madness: elder trap, minor cad. Bob sees a set—a base tome: "Ariadne, I felt, negates heros [sic]."
Spun: one poem. It spans Bob, Bob's eyes. (Babs arises a barista.) Suez albatross a Suez dog? No—it's egg use. (Niftier if Bob did nugatory deeds.) Bob's serge: Bob has no orc—six Arpanet foes! Umbrage of nine men robs Bob. One ... nil. Sags, race car a nib. Mob a sex if evil—a dog, Bob. "Wonder I, we sack narcotic?" It saps, not sips. Gulp! Spite reversed over Bob. Er, got it a dew angel? Bam! It seemed a cadet car. Terror, redness: Babs's Pops, Mom.
Otto saw timid Anna: back row, Tarot Arte. Prep a deli; Anna made caffes. "Babs, a gulp?" Deli a sad AM radio veil.
"To no dreg," gums Babs. "Tips, eh?"
"Name most a tool, emu!"
"Abandon it, if far gone. Revolt now, Anna!"
Nor pass a bar: Tarot Arte—pay tic—a parrot is oped. Otto lives, uh ... there. "So, Lenin is an ass, an ape!" Yet arise, elf: red robot Otto. Otto's pals are no dots: a Mega Red Ice Cider, an "eh?" towards Babs, salt. "Ah, the bar!" As Babs eyes Otto; flees, abated, acrid ... and, Arab angel, all up. Otto sees decals, Babs (a sub-rosa "Barbara Rabas") at a bar. Eel—gulp! One Suez is a man, a plan ... a clan, as "Rabas." Otto meets Regal Lager. Snug art? No CPU, no sage modem. Otto beheld (O!) only dim rot. Sad ass, aware: nadir, a doom. Regal Lager taste got to flow on Okinawa: Japan's Noh.
Type it, Bob; abuse vi and—"Abracadabra! Cabala!" Nitro terminal, .EXEs. Bob, nose Mandelbrot codes! A coder.
Noon saw tidal flow: "One sub!" as Babs wore her "Eh?" wonder apron. "Latte!" "Bagel!" "Emit a wonk now!" "Or worse—portfolios!" Busy ... more! "Ho!"
Bob, dash onward. Bob, aper, goes in a parrot cafÃ©. Babs works at fixing a bagel. Bob's eyes order a bagel. No, Bob has a salad as saturated AC flows past it. CafÃ©, not sap. Welfare? Demitasse, lemon, or tempeh? Megatarts.
Bob's eyes, baby octopi, led her on. Bob steps. Babs, anon. Rob all! Aroma set as ... deli orb, mere grub, a burger, embroiled ... Retro Porter! "Am I nimbus? Tell, I beg. Am I? Bards are macho! So, get some memorabilia, I say—a paper. Om." One poem, a nonstop non-epic: it, A, nulled omega. Canines, irate, yap ... sad. Ah, Bob. Bob's golf ... Bob's martini. A pain, a monomania—gates no nation passes, old as Bob. "Drat! Sabotage! Limes!" Sad nimrod at a metal; Bob's sarcasm also cold—rows on. "No? Me? A day ... no older." Bob, nib a bond, a bare paper.
"Goddam!" a tonsil wailed. Bob, fibber, actor at a back casa. Bob spins, baby! Eh? Bob did Abba, claps! "Evil in 'I,' Lad! Nuked is an atom; no bastion."
Bob, rest, nap: repaid grad abode, room. One sleep: orgy, gel. Enact raw ape porno, Bob. (Sleek ... a yak. Mad, ample, hot ewe. Zoo. Mini-ardor astir, animal. Animal lips I pet, sleek as tin.) Rub. (Hotel.) Lube it! (Pool.) Smut arts: bust a nut.
So: Tibetan amenities, A. Eye no hot tub. A garret saw net torpor, deep REM, as, so good, apt ... sleep, Bob ...
Bob's sip: Regal Lager and wet stew. Bob nibbles—roman I, serif Bob. Yo! Beeps emit. Net deli. A Web site nets Bob's sad loci. No cardamom—not new. Parched? Alas—no lemonade, tart. Surf net, Bob.
Bob: "No!" No mensem agony, nor idem. Annus 2002, stuck radon broth, gilded nil. Bob: "Oh!"
Top swaps: Bob gulps a Loco Cola. Fool lips ... "Trade, meet, seek. Om," said emetic Anna. No work: one erg, still as all undertone. Via non troppo seafood lid, tin: kelp pinafore. Wolf Bob peels a potato. He rifles, made raw—nor in a drawer. Bob, go beg a date. Go!
"Go fret up mochas, Babs!"
"It is rot!"
CafÃ©: lame sub, ass as yams ... Babs eyes a bat, adder. Bob, timid, asks aloof as sass Babs: "A date? No?" As Babs agrees ...
"I desire not."
"Anise de crÃ©me, no?"
One risen, one: Babs. Bob, too.
"Ha!—Hell is a wide rut."
Dire wolf, Bob, net wonk. Is Babs? Salon—No. It is open:
Job? Mocha dude? Non! No. Works at node, wades on. IdÃ©e fixe snows Bob's ass all under.
Eligible Babs: flesh self's eros revolts, rubs. Babs, looted
nude tools. Babs: "Burst, lover! Sores. Flesh self's Babel big. I leer up." Red, null ass, as Bob's won sex: "I feed; I nosed awe!" (Don't ask.) Row on, none dud. Ah! Combo joy.
"Er, one position, no, lass Babs?"
"I know ten, Bob!"
Flower, id. Nod, raptured.
"I was ill."
A hoot. Bob's babe? None. Siren? O, one Mercedes, in a tone rise, distressed Bob, seer. Gas? Babs? A? One tad, as Babs—sass a fool!—asks a dim IT Bob, red: "Database?"
Babs may sass, abuse malefactors. It is Babs: "Ah, computer fog!"
O, get adage—bog Bob. Reward: an ironware damsel, fire hot, atop asleep Bob. Flower of a nipple, knit. Dildo of Aesop. "Port, no?" NaÃ¯ve ... "Not red? Null as all! It's green! OK!" (Row on, Anna. Cite media, smoke esteemed art.)
"Spill—oof!" A Loco Cola's plug: Bob's paw spot. Hobo blinded, light orb. No dark cuts 2002's unnamed irony: no games. Nemo, non-Bob ... (Bob, ten, frustrated a no-melon salad. "Eh? Crap!" went on Mom, a draconic old ass.) Bob's tenet is bewailed ten times.
Pee, boy. Bob fires in a morsel-BB. In Bob: wet stew, DNA, Regal Lager. Piss, Bob. Bob peels T.P.. A doo, gossamer pee. Drop, rotten waster. Rag a butt. O, honey! Ease it in, emanate, bit. O, stun at substratum's loop, tie bullet. "Oh! Burn." It's a keel step. "I spill, am in a laminar ... it's a rod rain. I'm ooze, wet. O help! Madam! Kayak! Eels!" Bob on rope: paw art. Can elegy grope else? No. Moo! Redo bad (arg!) diaper pants, er, Bob.
(No, it's abon mot—an aside: Kundalini lives.)
Bad id, Bob. "Hey!"
Babs nips Bob a sack cab, a tarot car. Ebb, if Bob, "Deli Awl," is not a mad dog. Repaper a bad nob, a bin. Bob, red, loony: a ...daemon? No sword, loco, slams a crass Bob—late matador mind—as semi- legato bastard Bob, sad, loses sap. "No! It ..." An onset again: a monomania, pain. It rams Bob, flogs Bob ...
Bob had a spa yet! Arisen in a cage, model lunatic: "I pen on pots! No name open, O! More papayas? I ail! I bar. O, meme!" (Most egos...) "Oh, camera's drab image: billet sub-minima. Retro Porter—deli orb, mere grub, a burger, embroiled—sates amoral labor! Non!"
As Babs pets Bob: "Nor, eh, deli pot, coy!" Babs eyes Bob. Stratagem? Hep, metronomeless, a timed era flew past. One fact: it saps wolf cadet, a rut, as sad, alas, as—ah!—Bob: "On leg, a bared rose!"
"Leg! A bag. Nix, if task rows, babe. Fact or rap? Anise! Ogre! ... Pa!"—Bob, drawn.
"Oh! Sad Bob!" O, hero, my subsoil of tropes. Row, row on. Know a time.
"Leg abettal—nor pared! Now, here!" He rows Babs: "Abuse no wolf-lad!" It was noon. Redo: case doctor bled names on Bob's ex-Ã©lan. "I'm ..." (retort in a lab) "... a car, bad! A car, bad!" NaÃ¯ve sub, a Bob. "Tie python; snap a jaw, a Nikon. O!"
Wolf Otto gets at Regal Lager. Mood arid, an era was sad. A storm, idyl noodle. He bottomed: Omegas on up, Contra guns. Regal Lagers teem. Otto's a bar's anal canal, Panama size. Use no plug. Leer a bat as—"A bar Arab, Rabas? Orb us!"—as Babs, laced, sees Otto. Pull a leg, nab a rad nadir cadet, a base elf. Otto's eyes ... Babs. "Arab, eh, that lass?" Babs, draw, O! Then a red ice-cide rage (mastodon era) slaps Otto. Otto to border flees, irate, yep, an ass. "An asinine loser, eh?" Thus evil Otto, depositor. Rapacity a pet rat—or, at Rabas's apron!
Anna won't love Reno graffiti. Nod, nab a store. Volume! Loot at some man-spit. On he spits.
"Do not lie!"
Void? Armada sailed ... Plug! As Babs effaced a man, nailed a perpetrator at work. "Cab!"
Anna (dim): "It was Otto!"
Mom's, Pops's, Babs's end error—retracted. Academe, estimable, gnawed at it. Ogre Bob, rev odes! Revere tips, plugs, piston. "Spastic, I ... to crank case!" Wired now, Bob—God alive—fixes a bomb in a race car's gas line. No! Bob's borne men in foe-garb. Muse, often a praxis, croons, "ah, Bob!" Egress. Bob's deedy rot. A gun—did Bob fire it? (Fine suggestion.) "God, Zeus, assort, ablaze, us—at, sir, a base, sir!" As Babs eyes Bob, Bob snaps time open.
On up! Scissor, eh? Set a gentle fiend, air. A emotes, abates; A sees! Bob: "Dacron, impart red! Lessen, damned dustrag garb," snips Bob, satin-mad regalia snob. "Lapel, oh—pool! Pupils I fixated, a venomed, live, odd rat's adder! Garde! Draw! Snide, base zoos upset are pomo!" Odd. A bed: under it, roll in a mania. Gab on kabobs, Bob, red. "No! We, wan, waded on, all under an idle hate, moot evil, a too-faster rage. No pets yell amid a yarn: us." No nodes sap, no IT agenda editor saps Bob, bossy asp. Mad Bob, ape: "Rut, rot—a sign I trap!" Bob snips, snaps. Live guns spit on mad Bob. Rats live on and on; tool-age tile.
"Nay, ran! I drool!" Eve-lore has Bob.
Bob naps ... "Ah!" ... plays aeon-olde nut tape. Yo! Gulp a set, a dreg, deep. Attend, alas, Bob: Sore, I tire. My, a sad day ... a D-Day! I saw stars: a diva maid, a lass, Babs. Salad I am, avid as rats was I ... yadda, yadda ... say, merit I eros? Duo! Last cadet can use patter, cesspits. Peek: Bob re-rips an anisette's sack. "Rad!" Do panic: "I peep at noontime ... so I dare not at one!" No time: Bob stops 2002.
Bob's 2002 snaps back, nada amiss. Ill? Ebon, crab-obsessed dog? Ogre? No. Level, lax Bob ... named ... is sane, rates fit! Omega's sagas ... Bob, fine peg, alludes: "A bedlam I cede now. On, Bob, to home." Gas, Bob!