Get
started, let’s say. Get ahead, go ahead and replicate the findings with a
toothpick and a kettle and piece of thunder. Prepare the soundtrack, type up
the backing vocals and consummate the findings in a dark room within a dark
room (a photo one, that is). You know enough for an event horizon, love will do
you no good in here and neither will rock ‘n’ roll. Walking away from sunny
dispositions as of now. You must believe in some terrible jokes to try and pull
that shit with me on a night like this. I don’t have the answers so I sure as
hell have no time for more questions. The shopping assistant misses my touch
but I’m done with him and his wretched pocket watch implications. The son he
kept from his long-lost father was the cruellest jape at this event. You must
see it before its gone.
Guitar solo. Another guitar solo. Another fucking guitar
solo to melt the face and burgle the mind in a Trafalgar Square con job – that’s how
large words can say. Slap on another guitar solo, no wait, an electric guitar
solo just for the sake of the press launch. I fear the university will feather
down the co-optional blind spot and we’ll be forced to pan for dear life. I
close my eyes but find no better ordeal to thrust my warty hand into so I’ll
stick with this and hope I don’t die in quite as much drama. Revenge is more my
speed and the matching caps make it all the more better. It’s you and me and a
few rewinds back to the midsection. You’ve done all you can or at least every
challenge along the way has led you to think. Comes with the job I’m afraid,
arm-in-arm I’m afraid. I wouldn’t call it destiny or even a defensive gesture.
Just conjecture. A thing with which we have to catch our misty breaths.
Inclusion is secondary as far as protocol is concerned,
it is a consolation for better actors in weaker parts. All comments have been
forwarded as was the last kill to fall in the name of flagrant sacrifice. We
made some tasty jams though and didn’t even wake up the neighbours whilst doing
it. Bonus time, I think. I only wish I could thunk with rolling times and types
with their tamed backs against the trimmed walls.
There’s just onelast thing to say to the world before we
go on and tell it allabouta the therapy session, one more waytokick it and we’ll
kick it something rotten and goodness oh me oh my goodness shall we do some
star fish damage justtoprove something to Everybody whilst ALWAYS FIGHTING IN
THE SWEET NECTARINE. This is the winner taking her sweet time tototo call on
the appropriate masses for a delicatessen night. Updating, updating,dating
uppermost in my mind, you were always in the sad places Istop to corrupt. I was
thinking how we are right here and not doing much, that’s true.
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