08/03/2014 - YOU...SHOOT...FIND...YOU...THE

You will find me in the blue no doubt. Meanwhile we will be holding ourselves in readiness. Take your revenge, how right you should be righteous. I don’t understand or warn clearly.	Shoot, shot, shoot, shoot, shot, shot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shot, shot, I am shot, I have shoot, I have shoots, I have shot, You have bargained for the shooting, You are shooting, You’ve done your duty by it.	Find me at a route and no doubt we will edit the future with kindness and something else unheard of round these here county parts. There will be no petitions because we shall rule with iron fisticuffs.	You better be warned about the worm, he has a flatulent wrath and a wraith-shaped hole in his effervescent heart and rarely shares the time of day with scum-suckers such as our sisters and brothers.	The killers in the columns, there are killers in the columns, these are killers in the columns, they are colonised, they are killing, they are conservative of politics, they conserve their bullets.
THE RIGHT HONOURED SHADOW COUNSEL HAS A PLUM ADJUCATOR TO STRIKE UP WITH AND TIE DOWN WITH ROMANTIC VESTIGE AND VARIOUS OTHER TACITURN TRUNDLES	THERE’S NOTHING TO BLAME YOU FOR, YOU’VE DONE WELL IN THE COMIC ROOK BOOK COMEDY SHOW AND THE VEHICLE HAS FLOWN THE COOP FOR THE COUP	YOU’VE DONE YOUR DUTY AND THERE ARE PETITIONS AS IT TURNS OUT, SOMETHING WENT WRONG IN THE CLERICAL WARD, SOMETHING TURNED THEM ON ALL RIGHT	THEY INTEND TO STARVE US OUT BEFORE STARTING THEIR STRAIGHT UP PLACIDITY IN CASE WE HAVE WEAKER FACULTIES THAN SUPPOSED IN PHILOSOPHY	A BLAME IS A REACTION TO A REACTOR GOING KABLOOEY WITH SAUSAGE FACTORY-TYPE MUSH RIGHT IN THE SUCKING SOCKET AND SOOTY SPOTS IN TNT
They struck up deals indeed and the communion wafers are now flowering just nicely between the bed sheets and bed knobs, almost as if they have any claim to stake or exhaustive replies to make ad nauseam	Away from us are the gingerbread masters, away from our homely instinct and insect’s backbone that runs in patterned gelatinous fluid that tickles the rum whim	The liars are snaking their way through grassy fields in the hopes that the shrapnel will catch them with their trousers down and their paper treaties elasticated and irrational by comparison to you, my nut	You do their nut in, it seems, you do their nutty rut in, you cause pain in the most punctual way with ticker tape fission and overcoming turf displays that cast us out before the property	Damn their little people pluck and their pretty sentiments that just turn with sentimentality and emotional impact that cannot be ignored for all the tea in China or sorrow of the wilderness
OVERCOME THE STATEMENT WITH PLAUSIBLE DENIABILITY.	PRESSURE THE PUTT-PUTT IN TIME FOR THE MARRIAGE.	WATCH THE DEVIL DANCE WITH HIS HANDS UPRIGHT.	MAKE OUT WITH YOUR HAND LIKE IT WAS A TENTACLE SUCKER	BRING MY THIEVES TO HEEL AND LISP OUT THE ANTHEM.