Left and cleft
and smarty pants musicians go off in tumbling trousers to turn beds. The
lolloping tongue gallops through the calendar of folders of masterworks of eh.
It all happened on an afternoon in the sea shells of Gomorrah, like bridges in
hedgehog territory. The inherent jabber wilts before the gilded rosary, before
the curling toenails, before the might of an empire. We should get ahead while
it's still drowning in a pool of cost and copious coupons. Right and sight and
redirection of amoral action. It's all a game of one hand over the other,
televisions being lost in the process on board a necktie, smuggled and such.
I go wheeling through the hempen
ancestry, across the stitch of morose dwellings, over the municipal fisticuffs.
It was a remarkable day of making, a handful of compressed hours forming a
gluttonous masochistic hook. That took a kilometre to find, no lie. Graphology
was a big help but I did it all on my lonesome, clinging only to the traffic
lights when appropriate. Hugging, of course, was out of the question. My league
was unleashed upon a diamond plantation that erupted with holy matrimony but
was bogged down by paper mill responsibilities. Everybody did what they thought
was correctable and upright, however to say we didn't crash and burn would be a
polite exaggeration.
Including Perry. Including
Perry. Including Perry. Including Perry. Including Perry. Including Perry.
Including Perry and spatulas. Including Perry and his spatulas. Including Perry
and his spatulas of terrorist wonder. Including Perry and his spatulas of terrorist
wonderment. Including Perry going fast downhill. Including Perry going fast
downhill, uphill and somehow off centre. Inclusion is a wonderful thingamajig.
To be unfamiliar with the
Beatles is a product placement advertisement in the offing. Duck low or be
encased in the gelatinous flint of popular idealism. There is a sugary centre
there but not for the no-brainer's among us. If you have enough graphite then
you might be granted passage but only if it is covered by quality insurance.
The robin will know so don't try any funny business, all it takes is a grain of
a pinch of a sniggering measurement to melt down your assets. Perry is already
storing the blossom as we speak, or as I speak if we're going to be completely
candid. Nevertheless let's have a shifty at this here obelisk. Doesn't it look
grimy?
The tramps are out in full force
this night. They're wielding windscreen wipers like nunnery payments and will
not leave this land without a snuggle bunny to hook up to. The humours are
necessary so don't skimp out on them. I can't tell you how many times I've
poisoned one of them only to be struck down by duckling feathers. When it doesn't
tickle it's unpleasant, causes ruptures and everything. Ambiguity leaves no
mercy to wriggle and dart about in the soil, leaves no hairy climes to travel
to with expansive suitcases. Until we meet a friend. Until then.
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