04/08/2013 - PLAY IT THAT WAY

Play it that way, as she suggested. It’s not like she has right on her side but then that’s just because we didn’t see it well enough. They kept her on the other side of something infernally frustration and just a pinch flummoxing. There is a very small margin of cardinal rabbit scrapings where the tarmac meets the grass. It disappears likelihood with rapier Swiftian fright and slams your dear old grandmother with its quirky marching odds. You’ll think, I might have nicked this, I should have nicked this but Chinese joy is hard to come by and should never be replaced with kindness kidneys.

                They’ll turn up with a sack no doubt. It’ll start in the harbour and then lose all its chewiness by the time it reaches the muscle far. The python is a formidable form to take and thankfully ends beside the airport. The Indian Ocean borrows heavily from the enemy’s proven tracking skills or rather your proven tracking skills only crucified eleven times over. The hour dives and dissipates right in front of you when your nostrils flare. The enemy stayed behind on the boat it seems and took something from it for its troubles.

                Can we own the owner of this vehicle? Can we step out of our gentlemanly status with requisite adhesion and engross ourselves in charmless admirals? Is there even a kernel of destitution in the dilapidations of diverse elements? Is there another lost cause to wash away? It doesn’t do any good. Our pension plans will lacerate the heavenly dish and prevent our ascension to rightful employment beyond consensual sex. The cobbles turn to pebbles, turn to rhinestones, turn to plaque. It happened once before when the old man sprouted a monkey’s tail and lubricated the half past nine time telling. A comedy actor will stupefy the wind turbine eventually; it is destined, as written by the Car Thieves Guild. Fortunately there are no cameras from the bridge and the old man books a place on a course for painkiller television adaptation. Maybe everyone wasn’t in at the time. Did Charlotte mention anything?

                Rather than the towel, mop up these foul and deliberate accusations with the handkerchief of an itchy decorator. This will attract media attention and that is always jolly decent. It really wouldn’t surprise me if arresting assault becomes the new thing in Western politics. It simply frightens you to think of caught dumps, it is obvious. We have a bodily function to address the problems that will inevitably arise from such a grand undertaking. At least you can say we see mystery dramas whenever sleep becomes too smarmy and pliant. The odours intend to eliminate the relevance of dreams.

                We’ll snap, we’ll lose our temper, we’ll ingratiate ourselves to forensic town-planning, we’ll sprinkle bitter tastes on amicable divorce. The hammer comes downriver but perpendicular and two minutes from the latest grunge concert. Erasmus will relay it to his step-father Forgiveness so there’s always that. You’re never wrong with Forgiveness. Are you?