Acapella.
Altogether now. Retrospective. Idealistic motherfucker. The tall black father
with incestuous diversions. Veronica going to town on the back of an envelope
distribute by the national rail and the monsters that pay to live there. Tiny differences
that make tinny noises at homecomings and housewarmings. Ultraviolet jalopy and
paraphernalia. Gaiety. Oh dear oh my oh dear oh my and my dearest Josef. He
tries to be so hard to impress all the girlies with their metrical laundering.
They want to make a movie star out of him and selected parts of his father.
They aim to leave him on the side of the road. Reconnaissance leads to drugs
bust as thread leads to bionic cardiovascular systems. No-one can tell you
straight, they hide behind pine cones and pretend it never happened, your exit
strategy that is. Yes, they are that fickle and undeserving of your, shall we
say, more unique talents involving acidic fuel and porous leavings. Droppings,
bearings, retrieval of the glasses case at the end of turbulent time. You will
never be a bee when bees are forgotten by their own thoraxes and neglected by
everybody else in the menagerie of wife beaters. To say so is a direct
violation of one's horrific thought process and miniscule laundry habits. They
do wear them too you know, they are ahead of their era like the sisterhood
always professed. It's a good, clean kind of atheist feminism. Doors are at 90%
and windows are better left not thought about at all.
As
of right now you are surrounded by your siblings and your men with guns and
your women with hunting rifles and everybody who ever taught you how to stand
on just one leg. After all the talk is done you will be taken to a parking lot
and shagged rotten by the car dealers who reside there with the absolute
intention of shagging the vox populi. You'll know them by their thick-framed
glasses and no-nonsense application forms. Don't sniff these, they will turn
you into a gaseous substance that dresses up like a caveman out of sexuality
choice. The day is already crammed full of artichoke memories and halibut
ramparts so don't you go adding to the clutter with your business and your
dreamy functions. The police will be overjoyed at the prospect of you going
even further downhill without a warrant or a proper sled. These things have
legal ramifications you know and you should really know by now that the old
ladies were always preparing you for life with their insistence on certain bus
seats. Eventually you'll trade places with them and then where will we all be?
Where will we be indeed.
You
might know may in the days to come but the future will always be pluperfect, it
shall forever remain that way instilled in your erogenous noggin. It's the
outsider chance of war that makes us all bitterly afraid, the sudden advantage
presented to us to beat ourselves up about all kinds of reading.
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