Catch cold if and when they
ask to be as good as the clicker absentee and you can’t mean to be fair from
the breadth of a hairline ambassador with the recommendations all lined out and
built around the wrong blue eyes that go puckered in lenses of hurtled cigars
and left-handed assassins gamble something atrocious for the sake of the beatitude
of her lips on the blitz and we could start an obvious war of fluttered anxiety
trapped and laced around an executive bomb with behaviours as triggers and
spontaneous reactions and missionary ears all pinned back for gypsy population
filled with people to protect the marked prime minister from adolescence of
more of us coming in to limber up walking sticks with loose ends and foreign
languages that seem to be a combination of doctors reciting Hebrew poetry to
villainous cockneys
THE MOST VALUABLE PIECE IS A
WINNING STAGNANT TELEGRAM TOADY FOR FIGHTING THE HUMAN CONDITION ALL BOUND UP
IN A RED MAN’S BEARD WITH INDUSTRIAL SCALES TIPPING IN HIS WITHIN AND DOING
WEIGHTLESS TRICKS WITH HIS PRIVACY, IT MAKES FOR PARTICULAR AUCTIONS ON THE
MEMBRANE OF FORTUNE THAT IS SUBSTANTIALLY REDUCED IN ORDER TO CHECK THE LINING
OF A DINNER JACKET FOR IMPORTANT PENCHANTS IN PIGEON FANCYING RECORD BOOKS, AS
FOUND IN THE REQUIRED MATERIAL FOR THOSE WITH PITHY AND FINE ENDURANCE AS
PAWNBROKERS FART UNDER HORTICULTURE WITH IRONY ABOUNDS AND INCIDENTALLY MATES
AND CHILDISH GAMES WITH BRUISES AND BUSINESS AS USUAL FOR CREATIVE WIVES
counter the counter to target
haymaker competency with replies that adjunct and wound with fearful, fearsome amenability
that leads on to increasing negativity and spatula aching that lives and lies
for inevitable unless and grunting sensors that just crack the cheeks and gnash
the teeth in the addled snow storm of my illusions, my oh so violent illusions
as found at the pit of the chasm of the drawing boards that leap with a few
words for remaining cool in the face of funereal debtors that tell three
prattlers to swell in the water of religion which leads out to the custard of
wizened stable minders at half past two and beautiful for weeks in pretty lady
Brighton with her plucky nose and stony purses in coffins that ricochet with
golden oxygen and splatter force that makes one look peculiar for at least a
seventh of an eleventh hour going off to the train peacefully with green paper
mache on its chic throwing arm
They Want You To Be Something
Other Than Caroline While You Live Among Casting Directors, This Comes From A
Wholesome Wish That You Were Alive In The Way That They Perceive As Alive and
Tagged On With Keen Accuracy And Sleepy Chalk Marks On Replenished Spirit Cards
As If The Tools Were Somehow Beyond Dictation From The Little Women Who Really
Need Drinks And Outsider Opinions From The View Of A Web On The Thing In SOUTH
AFRICA As Time Goes By And LUXOMBERG Looks On With A Cheek In Its Tongue
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