Sunday 8 December 2013

08/12/2013 - COME, COME CATEGORIES


Come, come categories, your exercises are influencing the shape and density of your calves. The missing hypocrisy makes most who notice livestock lonely and in need of drying up before things start to make too much sense. Then the limbs start to straighten and solidify, do you understand what I say? I’ll never speak to you again if you don’t have these words to heart by the time I’m heading out of the door with all the luggage my turn can carry. The homing instinct becomes a necklace and pretty much all the mind can do is lean on several precipices until the wizened makers snore themselves to dust. You will not believe what has happened in the small temple – a ceremony! A CEREMONY! How horrible with green cards, red carpets and yummy curtains. The kisses and the flowers in the women’s hairs make most men want to come here, stay here and never even think about anywhere else.

 

The fat banana is taking the wives away in polite instalments in spite of all the objections and four-letter words from customs. The first power drive went off the edge of a cliff and fought with as many bear traps as it could frantically surpass, travelling far and wide across the dome scorpion landscape. This is destiny, like a best friend that needs defending from the most courageous form of common cold. It’s a strand that can’t be forgiven or even misunderstood. Every challenge it creates causes an iron face with steel eyebrows among other alloy patches to keep things lively. This is you and me and that is the rest of the world on the parts of the map that we could safely surmise have been coloured in. The teaching begins with dinosaur gradients and spastic bell curves which is to say that the anthem will have to be everything erasable and more. It has to feature the coffee, bags and bags of the beans until the miracle find a way to return themselves to public despair. The alarum awakens with ease and rare oriental disease. Dying of shame is hardly an illustrious occupation even for those who are less than thirty days old. The speed of ticking off options wastes an hour spent on a good bottle of rot eater.

 

            Don’t waste good money on elixirs, quick fixes or triathlons. All these are errant frauds that service the king via his cheeks and their endless supply of razor-like hairs. Either accept the volley of challenge or soon be forgotten by foolish men with frilly moustaches. The kiss of ire happens all over the world with as many as XY crazies following the shouting crowds until the inevitable displacement. Housewives usually try to pass this off as rock and roll but everyone knows you can’t pass that off without the traditional ‘n’. I like their style and dilapidated showmanship. The stones of these graters, the tenacity of these party flickers, the way they trace their family trees with hedge funds and sexy bonking…

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