Wednesday 25 June 2014

25/06/2014 - WATCH WHILE THE ENGLISH


  • Watch while the English for later becomes Kurdistan’s top source of wealth in practice. There is no I Ching left around to canter around the square with, no sanctuary where all the hot babes relax and gather sun tans and black malignant marks on their best friends’ skin. There is only a beaked man with his branch of a nose going quack, quack, quack-quack until all the treasonous treacle has dissipated out of his system and become significantly reminiscent of something other than a boy band addicted to its own produce or the screams of little tarts on the little televisions in the history museum where animation started and stopped and then started and stopped for real this time, not just for cheap laughs and visceral thrill into political pleasure and the sounds of ones voice as it crashes into the waves without support or any other means of producing socks for productive portmanteaux.
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  • The mistress means for this to be a definition of your surgical procedure into medical matters and a laughing stock that for some reason hates you as much as the rest of our motley crew do despite the fact that you always carry suitcases and spare suit jackets with you for the will and the good of the people and their ancient board game affectations that just won’t sort themselves out because they precisely don’t want to acknowledge a future without a man in a bland curate’s wrinkle or a dot on a Dalmatian or even a spore of rhapsody against the Tahiti shoreline. I’ve been meaning to talk to you about all the times you went surfing, I’ve had a burning question. I can’t quite remember what it is but rest assured there are scorch marks where my heart used to be. Not your fault, mind you, mind like yours couldn’t juice up a turkey or recall a receipt for an item that was lost in the war effort because mummy needed to keep all your uncles alive.
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  • As I know it now, I now know it and the universe is French and within a tree with a delightful head of red hair that just blurts out punctual remarks on rushed efforts that go ahead of, that precede the law by at least a thirtieth of a sentry or a pick and mix barrage of consolatory card-making malware with money somewhere blending with another virus just to satisfy the unnatural predictions of a videogame I never actually owned owing to my undue obesity. We’ve all been there, with our trousers around the snow because the weather just wants to be cooler and the heat is ironic that way when dealing with the winter, it makes and cracks wise in completely irreverent ways and in comically irrespective suits; not the one’s he leant us or so he finds it fitting to say out of some false sense of tipping the fulcrum to be beside the drunks on the alleyway at night and their eventual Screaming Mimis.

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