The
barman however has reason to dispute the mythic proportion with his Irish
dialect, he has a Northern brogue and doesn't do vowels above board. It is much
safer to be a censored genius than a floppy-mouthed fool. He knows full well
how far just saying yes will get him, all the way to Hebden Bridge and perhaps
back if he is lucky. This isn't his soap though. They've been keeping the truth
from him carefully and by degree.
The
designs make us a little bit better and a little bet bitter like a veteran veterinarian
vetoed for Deuteronomy. Sometimes the daylight saving goes beyond saving and
enters a state of wandering the high lofty plains of your underbelly and
beyond. It goes like this: you pass a stone, we choke a swan with it and then
we enter the local school playground. The children pet the carcass and the Board
of Education gets all up in our grill about tainting childhood and spiting the
neighbourhood watch scheme. We'll whistle the start of the usual theme and
they'll carry it out to its foregone conclusion. Not much changes except the
channel and the frequency. You don't flick these days, you flip.
Oh
but the cycle doesn't stop there. The wheel goes all the way round to kick
itself in the unperturbed anus and thunders across the spokes like so much
forceful piety. At least the allusion bought too many games so we have that to
do. What are you doing to the human brain? Are we treating it in episodes?
Turkish? Felicitous? My grandfather would like to know so he can prep the props
department and then make his peace with unlimited explosives. It might help the
impact of our quest. The arrows come out in scribbled flashes because God
intends it, just as America intends Sri Lanka to be Swedish. It's a mission of
flack, a task for sketch comedy with nuggets of improv wedge in between. The
cracks relate Ferris Wheel experience so please don't rush them away. Slugs may
well get us started but the usher has to snatch them up sometime, he has a job
to do after all and he has to be perfectly sturdy about it. You don't want to make
him lose his job do you? It hurts to be effeminate in this world.
Palaeontology,
Geography, Biography, Serendipity, Cosmology, Death From Above, Velocity,
Viscosity, Delaying Inevitable Fortress Construction, Making Faces, Scientology,
Biology, Shoot-em-up-ology. Analogy too. Who would dare to hack things nicely?
To hack pink in this world is to conquer with a feathery glove, it is
ineffective and far too conical to ward off limey hordes that way. The main
boss is sure to pull the seeing is believing card and birthday invitations will
slowly whimper out. It's my birthday today. A big unit.
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