24/07/2013 - THE DEMOLITION

            The demolition, the demonstration, the demonstrative, the demonic, the demo. The all-round demo. Aww heck, this is one of the oldest applications to be applied to tons and tons of irate salesmen. Who would want to see games coming out with handicaps all the time? The continued folding of the past just seeks to oscillate the present fabric. This dribble is all about growing, about enemies climbing out of the plastic works and expecting their motivation to be there right in front of them. Some of them aren't even spatially aware so that's unfortunate. We prefer to think of it as sensual but we're all just sensual creatures on this side of the hyperbolic fence. It's upsetting to have all this inspiration and not being able to wield it around like a battleaxe on the feckless numbered ones. They are ants in tinkle type hinterland with messianic whistles ploughing through laptop mania and the honest digits. We'll make it up ourselves, the journey, the bounty.

            It takes all sorts of sadistic kinds to grind up the platonic drive with About Turn Tuesday renditions. Yeah. Yeah. Steam. Yeah. We are the source in all the world, we are the jobless accidents of baggy ducks. Wilting wedding cakes are just not clear enough to cut ketchup in this paisley parsley. Press your ear against the bonnet and say what in a thousand different accents from dead languages. One day we'll take them back from her and leave the curtain closed. You young people wouldn't understand the magic needed to alter the different layers of veils. Projecting bombs with sweetened figures makes the raise go on and on and on all the way to the fucking end of sailing. It seems to be real but remains as blind as sneezing with ponytail people.

            We could always try another place, we'll try another place please. Just for the bonus, just for the fuggy retry. All along the compass stats are sprouting and spouting needles from fat plugged-up lips. The compass can be found in all types of dingy areas, getting progressively less interesting with each seam of a step. The electrified machete is for show, to make the leader look badass in different forms of public opinion. Nurses have been chosen to break things up like dinosaur velocity, break it up into plain parts of misconceived totality. Pinch the corners like you would your earthly fruit, make pretend you are rams discovering the benefits of backdraught. We set the sails, you devolve into primitive ninjitsu. Knives will be drawn in amazing stories and raised to pierce the lifeblood of fiction. It's meant all the way from fault to faulty. It's great to become a talking horse provided that the studio audience spites it's Slavic salesmen. Nobody wants the secret, it's a scream for change and a hint at the tremor of future carnivals. They are destined to join ropes to slash the rafts from the docking yard, to sit down and do black geography. At least we feel the warmth of meaning.