Only brown glue straight from
the clown's perfect mask can detonate the jeep from behind. It sweetens the
deal with two pulverised Australians and shucks of draconian unemployment for
our bitter better tastes. I want to tap into the hunch of iron books, smear the
big gooey ears over slit throat answers. Swirly are like seduction to men on
the bus, they make the balcony look practically naked in the process. Bad cops
aim for the gonads, brute cops aim for the knee caps. No flesh goes untended
and that's a promise from buzz cut blood.
We are all of us to be played
for fools in this case of skulduggery and will work it over for japes and
circumstantial evidence. It shutters the blind with bruises and various
discolouration so as to make their fruit both pungent and smattering. Do you
have some place for them to stay or should we just peel off the files from
suckled peasants. Tumultuous Father Decade lives by a wristwatch these days. As
he says nowadays, 'hands and faces are for the loose moose-minded'. When the
well-wisher crow you know that it is time to arm yourself and, if not, take
this as a delicately put warning for you
and your little imbecile friends.
Mystics make eyes for judo
stiffs and distribute them through all the inappropriate channels such as
lounging majors and foolish doctored hazy beams. The double barrels are locking
into place, leaving barren holes in the last week before our work truly begins.
This work requires much standing around the shop and feeling sorry for the self
as the dust of armchairs gone by make themselves known up the nasal passages.
This is for the violation and the red spatter over my limey arsehole. I catch
the devolution as swiftly as I do the shattered starry wrists. It's time to
fracture the inward-looking politics with the guy who gets away with everything
he doesn't do. Previously he's managed a knife in the niece and an exploitative
bedding venture that bordered on illegal conduct. Arrest the bastard before he
promotes himself to a higher calling, to a learned state. He deserves an arrow
to the fatty tissue and all the squelching red light. Throw everything else
away.
The objective: send salve to betrayal network station suppositories
to resist new motive, assumptions of Irish motels. That's it for the press and
their ball games unfortunately. Make them smirk through fingered thugs and
become the recipient yourself, bound by a yellow dress and the lady that wears
it so fine. Finesse makes spittle gush out through the Morris dancers and other factions of The Great and Fervent
Push. Congratulations for the word are just about in order but they're still
lingering at the bottom of the general grimier three-handed pocket. Coats,
coats and no more selfish attribution. Ridges return to the gluey statement,
paying heed to the blacked out, white drunk eyeballs of round-featured nature.
Myohmymysawdusthandjobgrenadeking how he
wasn'tquiteassufficientasthetypoerrorsmadehimoutobe, how could they be so
crudeandlurkinginanambitiousdancehallofcommissionergloom.
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