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When is a Neil not an eel? * When it's a-kneel! * Well, then and all other times, too, when you think about it. * Necessarily true. * But OFF THE HOOK holds no truck with homespun prairie philosophies. * It is guided only by the inner logic of its poet-host, whoever he'll be. * And spit piffles tho it must, OFF THE HOOK's stern ripostes mayn't be worthy of reposts, but the sour confetti of a thousand gigolos explodes before the errant tangle of wayward ping-pong balls -the lust within its warty firmament. * This aural rapture, the Dog Star of Consent, appears before you at the Winching Hour of now and anon.
When is a Neil not an eel? * When it's a-kneel! * Well, then and all other times, too, when you think about it. * Necessarily true. * But OFF THE HOOK holds no truck with homespun prairie philosophies. * It is guided only by the inner logic of its poet-host, whoever he'll be. * And spit piffles tho it must, OFF THE HOOK's stern ripostes mayn't be worthy of reposts, but the sour confetti of a thousand gigolos explodes before the errant tangle of wayward ping-pong balls -the lust within its warty firmament. * This aural rapture, the Dog Star of Consent, appears before you at the Winching Hour of now and anon.