Aaaaaaaaalllllllll. As we go
along the band wagon, with the band wagon to the band wagon to see if we can
choke down a couple of hydrochloric mince burgers, we prepare for utter warfare
in its flimsiest form which of course refers to sweet nectarine brandished like
sheets of bladed steel and perhaps muskets. You know the kind of thing: my
friend climbs the wall and we all go out in search of realist opinions and game
theory applicants through his grinning eyeballs. I read the news today and all
that seems bleak has somehow become resistant to me, lapping towards pure luck
instead. I mean its understandable but not sooty enough to be forgivable. The
lights are changing the acceptance of the crowd like warping the film industry
with one taciturn expression of slanderous conceptuality.
I would very much like to
forgive your masses but they have since been widely acknowledged as being noisy
living footballs with crashing piano taps for multiple spines. I was late,
soooooooooooooooOOOOOO very late and without smoking echoes finding retribution
at the cold corners of my blinking head again. The mellow gyrators are
mellowing out just nicely, in other news. Allow me to be the one to shuffle
your papers into no particular order. Now you know how the seat feels, does it
burn your arse and revert it back to a simpler factory-setting bum? Don’t get
me started on butts, the last successor was American and she tore right through
my ear drums with her woolly-headed belief system. We thanked her, stuffed her
into a cupboard and laid down the works of some unsought author with some plumy
saw sounds to flavour up the background and, sometimes, the foreground. The
hall swelled and my mind was swollen. It could really turn a head, a thing like
that, quite probably. They started a service I wasn’t invited to.
This is the tune of a
thousand pert suppositions that take the form of insect stigmata with wing
casings all splashed about and with some questionable thoughts on global
thunking process to boot. This universe doesn’t need to be told how to keep
telling its telltales into tubular gasps of tubular straws that lead to
international growling in spite of all the colonies and counties that may
separate and indeed segregate. This is a wonderful thing yet why can I not help
feeling very unkind with the children? This new generation will declare war
with me alone and I’ll be on a crutch by then, possibly two with wheels on the
sides to keep things steady and moving forward. Your plan man has leaped to
nothing but disappointment and has even cracked a pox on the House of My
Household. It crossed out any hope of lounging or looooouuuuuuunnngggiiiinggggg
allllllooooooooonnnnnngggggggggggggggg the beddddddddddddsssssssiiiiitttttt as
it has frequently been termed by comedians with bigger drainpipe trousers. The
pain is the hair in my ears but the draining effect of your absentia is really
killing me off. They’re such pussies and I will set about them.
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