09/08/2013 - QUELLING THE GREATER GOOD

Quelling the greater good requires incalculable catastrophe. It might not be such a bad example right away but it’s possible to see the heading from the beginning while it sits there with its thumb in its fundamental arse, taunting itself with endless bull jokes. Taking the propriety by the horns is a final defeatist’s coral act, a source of refuge in the flaming delight. This is what kills it: these clowns are retarded in their learning development. Death is not a funny kaboom, it grunts with gristle sticking out of the side of its grisly girded maw. The nitpicking has laundered fine television and other dwindling establishments with the overwhelming power of children being redeemed through their attempts to damn the convinced suits. This battle is going in a very metaphorical direction, hurrying and slapping all the way to that punch line set-up of a bar. The booze is stilted but mercy still shows, it is shewn through banished citadels.

The spaniels are armed and consecrated so bow if you need more grinding support. Rest assured, the face will be very well handled, very careful and very tasteful. Winning with little things leads to beautiful climaxes and extended comic book series. We pound. We flounder. We command the epic adventure with workaday breathing methods. The apparatus stymies the odds with torrid dish cloths, the kind with which it polishes its gleaming edges. The hipster breach will lead to all of you going toe to toe with us blind folk and we don’t take no flack. Our greatest asset is working within universal law; your greatest asset is falling in love with a gooey caramel centre. Who has the more distinct personality? Drill for long enough and games will prove themselves to be all-encompassing questions forged in popcorn machines and all the authenticity therein. This will come from showing us. This will take down everything from the banners to the reeds to the blackened case. Who dares take advantage of the nth degree anyway? Anyhow is so far from American, it is McCarthy. Erasmus knows all about the creators.

Ask and you shall receive the loudest key played by Asian fingers with burlap fingernails. It gives us hope for adults and karate and the early days that hover between them. It’s not even a case of mastery, of green lights. This is brilliant from a marketing standpoint; it raises the animation to art form. It is exactly the sort of thing that should be mentioned early on for every day for the rest of your fun life. The seconded entertainment. The cryogenic ostracising. The blowing away of Buddhist kid shows. Let’s talk down to platelet size, to beach golf mindsets. It perpetuates at a pinch and makes honest folk out of Northern symptoms. At least we can acknowledge not quite when given the farthing solution. Pass the buck, the weather forecast, the overall teachings that remain clinging to the insane wall. The razors make things unselfish, the razors keep things buttered.