Everyone
here: claim panache for God's hypothetical reward. I know that face like a
remarkable man with eidetic memory and a blue blazer to call off police strip
searches. Let the vermin beware the stones, the hail of the overturned and
suitably witnessed. Why on our troth? Why do we scratch brands and brand
jailbirds? Herd instinct and officious upbringings as found in the cornucopia
of pen barrels. The legal system told me to say so much of old men and their
running shoes. How symphonic! Such countenance that spares armies from the
cunning throwing shapes in bland cardboard backgrounds. Attacks everywhere for
everyone except us tonight. Say good evening to the peasants while their
villages burn but don't you believe a word of what they say when describing
their true plight, the one that happened long before the bloody dealings.
Artisans, the lot of them. Top of the class, would you believe?
What's
the difference? The different? The differential? The boycott of the barricades
make up for this woman's lack of presence of mind. She denies thanks as a
viable resource for healthy eating and habitual compulsions for regrouping
strategies. There are no conditions, ague or septic matters of the illustrious
poet's rue. Here's the way out of the park, through the clang and stuck stupor
that just adds hydrogen to the mix like a virtual washing machine. Someone's
got to collect the outskirts of the town for property revaluing and push-up
chin-ups. Wouldn't want to waste away like a little boy without his heart or
little time for cleaning murky corners of his father's mind. It's the world
where the antlers sprout like cartilage from rigamortis. Control your dirty,
toothy laughter while the policemanremainabout, they have been known to shoot
me for the centre of their misdeeds and the way they form concentric circles on
a bell curve.
Form
a fist from the generations of inbreeding that transgress your sealed fate
timeline and the timelion that protects it with overzealous mien. The literal
integrity ends up tasting like wasted tea and wanted coffee that has been left
wanting for a few beggar's hours. Hold dominion over the pyramid to understand
the secrets of the parishioners and their self-proclaimed human rights. Return
to dust via pencil shavings, channel the firm mating call of the rubber eraser.
This is the tip, just a stony overview of the perspective that every wealthy
man eventually grants at some point in his suicidal thoughts. Share the ghetto,
blink at the rest of the neighbourhood until its blue in the chops and
vermillion in the crusty eyepatch zone. Reactions are precious things, a
commodity for philosophers with their panties in a bunch of concertina twists.
Sensitivity runs in the bloodline, it is transmitted through poetry and demands
to be relocated to a less harsh gender binary. We've really done something this
time and the sentences get fewer for the fatter detectives. Stuff your face, it
seems, and you lose your looseness to the dogs and their dodgy pavilion.
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