Dilapidated dial-up and don't dunno over the fridge. This man
is green, his wife is yellow and all his children belong to somebody else who
is neither. I heard that his name was Max but he rolled up into a carpet so
that might have deepened into something more violet. Laxative serendipity is a great segue for the
French Neapolitan and his faltering bakery. Screw that up if you so wish to
dare properly this time. Birds are
mocking my better judgement and ripping the underpants straight off of my
scanner and all his punishment junkie friends. There are portals to Hell and
Hades and the Japanese drawer bridge that rises out of the earthquake. Dukes of
Retardation shall sally forth and do wrongs all over the obsolete handiwork
that is the lost tapestry. They say it was made with apes but I have suspicions
that it was actually just naked men with too many prickles.
So
I ran and I ran and I jived as I ran and I ran forth like the rain and I ran
ahead like the sundry and I ran nowhere like it was elsewhere and I left this
planet for another that looks exactly like the moon without all the whiteness.
I shall find a wife on this planet and make sure she never wears hair for as
long as she maintains tiaras for work. I sink into great depressions thinking
about the glimmering and the burning teeth. It's slightly arthritic if you
think about it too much like they do. I'm sure I'll find the proper indentation
somewhere along the edges, they can't hold that back from my retribution. They
asked me about my retribution and I told them it was your pleasure only turned
upstairs into paper roses that set fire to themselves. They didn't understand.
I'll
wind down at the heart of the story and drop myself from its uppermost lip.
Nothing can force me to fly at this altitude not with the way I forgive myself
past transgressions and refute the patio. It's an experiment gone awry. It's my
wife. It's a horrid thought on a lonely groin. It's the splendour of my
majestic groping. I give the game away too soon and now you're my son. That's
how it works in this part of the world, fragmentation only leads to more
deportment. You didn't bring your card so tough and jump. I'll wear the hairnet
and get you out later provided you keep those thumbs nice and high. They need calling
away before the boring raft crushes with my fairing hat.
Erasmus found out about Agnes and now they are
in love. It's a delight for those without eyes and I shall say no more. It
hurts to think about the gross glossy magazine sex they have but I suppose it
happens regardless of whether I steal the sheets or not. The mattress might
change things but that's too much of a challenge. Let's leave them be. Let's
leave them to the Dukes.
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