Tuesday 27 May 2014

27/05/2014 - CLOTHING THE THUMB


Clothing the thumb with tickers and dangerously bad jokes about secret agents. Reading creases with freezes. Reinforcement as per individuality. Sponsorship. Heading our way with experimental kidding. Activation of poor actors at poor Armageddon. Over enthusiasm. Smash to please. Elite sapphires. Saviour vaults like peaceful readiness. Toasted crumpets. Foundling, dwindling, keeping it cool like sister. Who could really say with thundering floor management?
 
Now then. To the matter at hand. I really wouldn’t mind gadgetry to break into all the vaults like they were my own personal trophy room filmed with manic teeth and the other ways in. The kids are younger than getting, finer than jetpacks. We’re all enjoying the ride with our grown breasts and necklace adornments.  All of  your weapons, all of my hearing aids. This is the English dog, the very English dog with the snub-nosed tail and the spyhunter glasses that pretend they’re cogs with back stories and various forms of back ache. Share and be shared, bracelet watchers in the water. These goons are in the police force but only as far as the accidental prototype. It all goes haywire and that keeps me one step out of listened time. My father spent his entire life trying to part the furniture with solutions and golden gone. Everything I ever cared about is given more to more daily, things will be different in a desperate version of guesswork. Every time you come back with evil in your cheeks that wish on bloody bones for Italian cuisine usage. The time vortex is opening and all Glaswegian accents will fall away from step-kids. You’re too             late anyway.
 
Everyone in the world let go of the watch so you can let go of the watch and then watch as you let go when you really should be going and watching yourself go at the exact same time. I don’t need hammer hands or videogame panels, I just need a drip of Melissa Thank, she can’t bring back minors but she can help me create my own with hasty storytelling and narration that borders on sloppy footfall. Wait for it and ask for danger as it rights and and corrects with implicated living meat. I’m going to listen, spend my time listening with gems in my hand and sexy but ultimately useless former child actors. I was so worried to hear about you just being yourself. Stop nothing to get hard time, stop at literally nothing with clocked punts. How do you find that, father? Cooler than being cold in the age of heroism?
 
So show the sewn so-and-so and slow the stowing of soapy so-called snow. We are back on the clock. We are embracing all the time in the world of recruitment of identifying filters for shit for brains pointing and prodding for prodigies only. The shrink ray, the shrink ray turned towards the minute hand and now we are all so-called and somewhatearly. Only monsters alleviate the cup size, only men remark on the beautiful significance of singing voice and Mexican flaming.

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