A variety of gaming-themed
videos at the disposal,
the whim
the quim
of a quid all slapped up to
the back of a fire hydrant that is sent to go on for days, making deals and
skimming stones across New
Zealand freeloaders. They scorch the surf of
the hallelujah and rhyme and reason with the television sets in a
good-fashioned natural way. It’s a cross we all have to bear.
The viaduct, an aqueduct and
even one of the tape dispensers have each been found scattered across the
lemon-scented aisle and it’s seemingly expected of us to try and adapt them
into the basis of a schoolboy’s award-winning play about recompensing
fatherhood and strapping into the driver’s seat for once in our plebeian lives.
It will be hard-hitting
side-splitting
amusingly
bad at replying
to the garters that were once
guts and still retain phone privileges. The testified potency of the shotgun
can shake you right up to the bone, right yup and yip and perhaps bunyip if you’re
not looking at me in the right sort of business spreadsheet, squire.
Tradesmen eat my earth and
plough my wine as if the two were even wren’s wreckages or blurting phonetics
that tipped all over the respectable grunt’s thermostat and instantaneously
reduced its romantic passage
corny indifference
amiable reach and
hand of God
but they say at that the chap
with the lottery ticket made the episode uneventful and needlessly convoluted
but we have to try, we have to keep trying to make this formula work again
before the comedy roustabouts get up off of their colourful keisters and start
practising the light fantastic for mockery and other salutations. It’s all
really rather tasteless and the girl shaves her head because it is her
granny-given write to do so and nobody ever tells her how to live her life
unless they break out the finger puppets. She hates finger puppets
understandably though she needn’t burn or boil them like she sometimes does.
Two big spiky teeth and
teachers who promote creative vogues and political tables for fucking wistfully
on, fucking wistfully for figures of impossibility: these create visits to
postal services in their own distinguished ways.
Keen monuments
One of the fascinating things
The cocksure cock and its
micro-expressions
We
won’t put our anti-culturalism move in the way of strange ideas and lost
African lessons that come straight from the mouths of distant and irate
relations during piano isolation periods. It looks like I’m the the queen of
howling strata and don’t let them in, don’t let them go with concealment powder
or their ambitions of being a breathtaking palace of recorded trekking tracks.
The cloaks can’t get so close anymore now that I’m possessed by glucose and
musical stair climbing.
Little Pink Neil
Murky Mister Thank
Flurries Of Airy Ground THAT
Freezes Lumps Into Eons
Here TO Stand In The
Barricade Of Friends AND Damn Their Lies
the
people plan to rise with ponytails and rising lore to show off the tabernacles
for Neil’s sake
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