09/07/2013 - THE MAIN COMPONENTS OF FROST

The main components of frost are: lycanthropy, stuttering, sawdust, suppositories, nihilism, first-rate accommodation, brashness, symbolism, rumble packs, quadruple helixes, piano keys, ashes, darling eye shadow, daring clothes pegs, polite hoots, fuzzy liver, silver, geraniums, masthead shards, glass partitions, oaky elbow pads, quilt thread, call-outs, suckers, flame, white hot flame, more stuttering, a smidgeon of stumbling, the threadbare pockets of a ticket collector in his dark and frothy work life.

                Do you accept me? Would you accept this recipe to make a healthier map? Would you sponge down the walkway? Would you replace the carpet with something a tad more tasteful and significantly less orange? Do you even contain enough violence to keep me naked? Did you lock the door hard enough? Did you slap the strange house right across the threshold? Didn't I tell you to tell him about that? Did you? Why didn't you? Do you wish to protect me from the eventual fate of direct combat with him? Would you care for long enough? Doubt it.

                This is the mind of an author yet to make his word an authority, yet to perpetrate heinous crimes on the literary people of this worldly world. This is the way the mind works: back and forth with a slit in the floorboards to mark where the commandments will be written and where to find the first clue to the buried representation of art. Here's a hint: it's somewhere right now. It's somewhere while the piano plays painfully. Catch up with your torch and please don't ask questions. This particular flashlight has been leased from the American government in order to help you overcome the difficult trick that awaits at the end of the great hayseed debacle.

                Mother terrific. Father flipping. Sister. Son spitting in lesbian road constructions. Son getting reprimanded by a law that doesn't actually mind the crime but the sentiment is far too slippery to leave lying around. It's shot but at least the crust will saw through its own loaf. It has a mouldy fist that it uses to push ceramic knives. As for the block? Who would want to leave the police force for such a lovely excuse for a crime? The work's not to be prepared for, it's the kind of work that just demands and constantly demands and keeps constantly demanding until the recipient finally breaks and  smacks the electric fitting loose from the wall. Poor dear buzzer.

                The family is the sort of function that dies on the way out of the station. There are barely enough of them in the globe to make up the colour white. If that's true then how come I referenced your jumper in my last injunction? Now that was a quick one, you see: more of a walkabout production, the kind of business you turn out when you're high on chicken feathers and paprika stinkers. I highly recommend you give that sort of shit up before you even get properly started. It'll make you a slippery, cheesy mate of mine.