01/07/2013 - PERMANENT MIND CHANGING

PERMANANENT MIND CHANGING IS A RELATIVE PERIOD OF COUNTING BACKWARDS OVER SIXTY OVER NIENTY OVER MOTHERFUCKER RIDGE CITY HELLS YES HELLISH NOPE AND GOODNESS AREN'T WE DECIPHERABLE THESE DAYS MAYBE I'M BUMPING IN SOMEONE'S TRUCK TRUNK OR TIRADE AGAINST THE SWOTTY BILLY GOATS GRUFF DIATTOPE BUT THEN A WOMBAT IS JUST LIKE A WOMAN IN THAT IT NEVER TASERS THE PURPOSE UNNECESSARILY NEVER DRIPS TIRAMASU OVER THEIR NETHER REGIONS AND ALL SORTS ON THEIR TICKLE PIPS SUCH IS LIFE AND SUCH IS A HIPPO PLOUGHING THROUGH A THIRTY FOOT FEELER OF GRAIN AND BARLEY AND SANDWICH FILLER THAT GRATES AND GRATES AND BECOME GREATER IN ITS GRATES GRATE GRATING BUT THEN THE TIME OF THE MAN WITH SPECTACLES IS LOST AT SEA AND FLINT IS ALL KEEPING THAT'S KEEPING THE TWISTS AND TURNS FROM BUMPING AND BURPING AND PLOUGHING THEIR WAY TO WIMBLEDON VIA OXBRIDGE SUCH A MAGICAL NIGHT FOR A YIELDING TO SUBSTANDARD FORMULAE AND QUASI DIAMETRIC PITTER PATTER SHOE DANCING PARTIES WHERE NO SOCKS ARE ALLOWED ESPECIALLY SICK SOCKS BECAUSE THEY'RE SUCH A DOWNER AND DON'T EVEN BOTHER TO BRING FITTING COMPOSITIONS OF THEMSELVES OR SLURPY BULLET WOUNDS TO WHIMPER AND WHINE ABOUT BUT AH WELL THERE ARE DAYS WHERE THEY'RE FIRST ON BBC2 AND FIRST ON HITTING THE RACKET ON THE NOZZLE AND CABOOSE SIMULTANEOUSLY I'M SO GLAD YOU THINK SO AND DON'T LET THEM TELL YOU FOR NOWT ABOUT THE YO YO EXPRESS OR THE SORTIE AS PERPERTRATED BY THE WHIRLY FOOT WOMBAT WOMAN FROM SOUTH DARJEELING THE SOUTHMOST DISTRICTS THAT ARE MOST ALIVE AND LEAST FRAGRANT BUT AT LEAST SHE'LL COME OUT AND SAY WHAT SHE MEANS AS SHE PLANTS PRIMROSE INTO YOUR EYE SOCKETS AND WANDERS ABOUT YOUR DIRE STRAIGHT JACKET SPOUTING CLICHES ABOUT JUDAISM AND LVOE AND THE MANY THINGS THAT BIND THE TWO TOGETHER FOR THEIR SINS AND THEIR BETTERMENT IN THEIR CHOSEN FIELD OF ARBRITRARY SANDSTORM CONCERNS YET IT'S A SET IT'S A SET AND A SET IS A GAME OF TWO THOUSAND HALVES ALL POINTING TOWARDS BREAST MILK OPPORTUNITIES AND COSTLY MARKSMANSHIP THAT PROVES IT DOES TAKE A FANCY LAB COAT TO BE A TECHNICIAN OF SOME MIGHTY FINE RENOWN I'LL SEE YOU ACTION AND RAISE YOU THE FIFTH BATALLION THAT DOES LITTLE MORE THAN FLOUT THEIR GOODS WHEN THEY REALLY SHOULD BE WHACKING THE MATCH WITH A FART OF LOGIC LOCAL TO THE BACKSIDE OF NOT TOO MANY PEN LIDS THAT LOST THEIR FATHERS IN PLASTIC WARS AND TO NAMELESS DRUG ADDICTION SO MAYBE WE SHOULD RALLY AROUND THEM PAT THEM ON THE OPAQUE BACK FOR SUPPORT AND TELL THEM THAT THEIR NIB WILL GROW FULL AND RIPE AND WON'T EXPODE WITH INKY MATRIMONY OR SERIOUS BRAIN POISONING AS ISSUED BY THE DEAD BLACK DUDE'S HAND AS HE WRAPPED THE CENTURION OF HIS CHOICE IN LOVELY LINEN SHEETS AND THEN VOLUNTARILY LOST THE SON OF A GUN AT SEA JUST SO HE'D HAVE A HALF DECENT STORY TO TELL RATHER THAN SHITTING ALL DAY. Rather good, I thought. Rather.