15/03/2013 - THE WORDS, THE WORDS

1.       Alphabetise the orang-utans and droop like something out of fiction.

2.       Stories are like dinosaurs that wind down after several sexy hours and refute auto-destruct principles.

3.       Pleasure isn’t an arc; it is an archway that despises gravity and all its boxing gloves.

4.       Crustacean lavatories and that is all we have.

5.       Bruce and Calvin and Erasmus slurp the chin wonder and bowl out the Quiff Masters.

6.       I am the switchblade patient. I am both halves of God’s lethargy.

7.       Chatter the chit about quarantine and all will become stems. Games, that is all.

8.       Washes of a station and luminescent vitriolic brand are the Petri dish of powerless existence.

9.       Spines of ribs and bulging sorties: we pack them all in and damned the restless ones.

10.   Orange groves and dried apricots. The black shirts and laughing bald chaps. Give them their ponytails back but leave behind the pigtails.

11.   Stupefy the effigy and become a wastrel like me and my wife. It is quite the sensation, don’t you say.

12.   Poring over the eleven heartaches and stuttering sideways. The flesh bits you left behind our trail are beginning to rot in multiple places.

13.   Machismo and quartz are going to the wrinkled pages with flickering plates.

14.   Shortcut and loopholes. I shall make my bed here, among the tartan spires.

15.   Crusty Defenders, they are. Shall be the end of this very lurking city of ours, like snow and hail on bladed feet. Pinecones always come first, that is nature’s favourite signature and don’t you forget it.

16.   We are in fact the crooked ones with the long faces and insistence on wearing African headdresses. How pathetic, eh?

17.   I have a finger on all your buttons. The woolly hats fall and spread like lightning all over the yardstick tongues.

18.   Bring me my satchel, dearest.

19.   Empty-Heading Visionaries are like eternal death on the quivering lip of Dartmoor. Let’s not grasp an ear for it.

20.   Three survivors and a few of our door knobs repeat again like a hologram of arctic summer air.

21.   Browning daises are of the other field. Dismantling harmony like a cutting of time.

22.   Behold the beak! Beware the cushion! It ducks!

23.   Ropes to be fed to the lost alligator.

24.   Homeless haircuts from an intergalactic bistro. Homosexuality runs the bar.

25.   I shall bite the neck, snap the dove aside.

26.   Oh! I, I, I, I am the one with green turgid eyes.

27.   Beloved fellatio and crumbling paper drinks are all that counts to the smearing dragons.

28.   Wavering woods are filled with goblins and other things that don’t wash. It’s camouflage.

29.   Hornets and sleepy hounds make a wonderful picket fence for the whispered micros.

30.   Laborious brooding for the waxy craft, it is the only right left.

31.   Forget the laundry. Neglect it’s very concept, why don’t you.

32.   Concordantly third place.

33.   Lug around the gaps and murk over the cobweb VCRS.

34.   You wore a hat that time. It made me jealous of the teeming middle.

35.   Blazing whaler fins and all the shattering diamond hides. It tastes of bleeding gleaming.