30/07/2013 - THE 'THEY' YOU SPEAK OF

                The 'they' you speak of, the 'they' in question are in fact just 'them'. It saves time to think that way and be operative in that condition. We think that 'we' would be too good for a cornfield such as yourself, all filled with nightly courtships as you seem to be, but at least we recognise straightening up as a viable option. Old men turn especially nasty on this subject, we show them enough hospitality so that they might understand our instructions accurately whilst inside the big house. They continue their solvent celebrations with doctored tonics run with the monsieur out towards the daddy code. The responsibility comes to rest its tired eyes and clean the lemony shoots. It's this responsibility that saves pretty women from a fate worse than privacy clauses. One woman in particular is a bitch to get away with, a young lady with a great deal of oomph. No matter where you find her it's a soggy centrifuge and the guitarist is the only bookish bloke who knows the curt cultish directions. It's a pleasure to meet a fellow German spokesperson in this dramatic aspersion. In times of spatial awareness the fully erect friendship does little in the way of tyrannical telling. Get your big pretty piece of seaweed out of my fine specimen of a face, they'll start inventing nicknames for all three of us champions. They call the other ones neophytes but I'm missing the panache, the right as rain to become anything more than an accountant.

                First things first the penguins get along famously with native tongues and the other sell-outs of conversationalists. The gun runs because it knows that the candlestick won't last the event horizon's roll call. You wouldn't lie to me to get all comfy cosy, would you? The Eskimo pie makes me inclined to generous and filled with obscene clarity and little shreds of charity. Any day now they won't sell the old men down the walkway with their persuasive techniques and splendid butlers. Black mayonnaise. Black mayonnaise answers through this hot topic and absolutely nothing else. You might find this interesting and perhaps medicinal. Then again you might not and the rats won't get asked back for next year's birthday treat. After dinner we shall see. After the snake oil gives up its friendly games, I imagine. Then again who wants to be exclusively angelic? Let's not float about the discrepancy, let's joust straight for its heart.

                When the harvest comes they tell me to chat exclusively about charter accountancy. Like I have time to be so rigorous or fatuous or genetically impaired. In this round we'll find out what you found out and are trying so hard to keep hidden from the badges on our chest. These badges are shiny and the leader's favourites so don't expect things to go nice and smooth. We'll take you all the way to Edinburgh and then slit your corridor with bureau scissors. Coincidence or not, we'll return to our roots inevitably.