12/09/2013 - IT CLEANSES

                It cleanses the escort of the media as he fires up the spaceship and lets loose the tethers of terror. The sight makes you founder, flounder and eat a quarter-pounder. What they have in mind is a blasphemous currency that snaps to the touch and kills with deadly accuracy. It's kind of hard to aim for his knotted planes. Why has he been here for three days, contemplating his falconry epistemology? Is his mind still set on leaving the children behind in the mire? To their fate or someone else's? They can only imagine whilst on their archaeological digs as their hands deftly grace the trowels.

            Sometimes you can find the water nymphs working down the bog cleaners, waiting to see if their mystery might be overturned or their songs updated and improved by seamstress quavers but that's really not going to happen. The warships are coming home and the permanency has been weathered by quid pro quo and all its little chocolate grass friends. In the space of this shed, they conspired to ruin the fresh food by turning it all into the vessel for a rampant and indigenous watchmaker ghost. You could fit the fucker in a thimble if your cortex was milder and perhaps rarer. Then again, that would require effort and a few extra paces on unsalted sand. The pillars just rise like smoke on a daffodils webbing, see them curtsey to the Cyclops and become components of a political constituent who lost his movie rights to a diet plan.

            These Europeans work far too hard for their own good. Erasmus is able to confirm that they will burn finger holes in their exhaust pipes and be forced to plug them using the bony fingers of delicate children. This requires husbandry of a different order, one that is paramount to train travel and most of its idiosyncratic preliminaries. So what can you tell them about it? What can't you define? Looking specifically and without judgement will make a younger skeleton of the left side of your aura which would indicate that you haven't watered your plants today let alone filled up all of your pencil pots with cue tips and acute causes of death. The Woman in the Caribbean Circle has plans for you, she wants to pay you to be her manicurist on weekdays when her usual beautician is away reading textbooks to Chilean apologists. The nouns are always difficult for her to pronounce so she really would appreciate any opportunity to lose some excess knowledge and focus more wholeheartedly on that particular task. She's plastered it on most wanted posters in the hamlet across the way in case you forget and should douse the shopping bags for any reason. Keep your tongue at the level of your ears though because the adhesive used on those posters are usually poisonous to smarmy gits and their artist friends. You might choke on your own starry-eyed inhibition. Erasmus' research suggests that young men are undoubtedly heavy when alone.