18/10/2013 - THE THESIS

The thesis is this: OUCH, MY LEG DOESN'T BEND THAT WAY, DARLING SO DON'T GO TELLING YOUR TECHY CHUMS ABOUT THIS FORAY OR, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, I'LL STAB YOU WITH THE WET END OF A FLOUNCY SCREWDRIVER AND DON'T YOU KNOW IT! I'M A GOOD ONE FOR AFTEREFFECTS, FOR KETTLE CAKES, FOR DEALING WITH MEN NAMED ERIKSON, FOR ONLINE ACCESS, FOR SURGICAL PRESCRIPTION, FOR PHOTOGRAPHIC ADDRESS, FOR INTEREST, FOR INTERESTING, FOR INTERESTED, FOR GRANTED, FOR PUTTING THINGS IN THE BIN WITH THE OTHER STUFF, FOR THE LIBRARIAN WHO HUNG HIMSELF WITH HIS OWN BRAND OF PINK RIBBON, FOR THE SEEDED TENNIS PLAYER, FOR HIS FEASIBLE WIFE, FOR HIS TANGIBLE APTITUDE, FOR HIS IQ, FOR HIS RELATIONSHIP TO THE LIBRARIAN THAT WAS NONEXISTENT, FOR THE BACKHANDED COMPLIMENT I JUST PAID HIM IN HIS SLEEP, FOR THE BACKHANDED COMPLIMENT HIS WIFE JUST PAID HIM BEFORE GOING TO SLEEP, FOR THE BACKHANDED COMEUPPANCE THAT WILL SOON ARRIVE TO BOTH HIM AND HIS WIFE BEFORE THEIR DAY HAS EVEN BEGUN TO BLOOM, FOR THE INTERMITTENT BOOM FOR EU EQUALITY, FOR THE FOURTH OF JULY, FOR THE FIFTH OF JULY, FOR OCTOBER THAT GETS NO LOVE, FOR MY DARLING ROSITA WHO WAS A CLEANER AND WORE BLACK SHOES, FOR THE DEAD DOG WE KEPT IN THE MIDDLE OF OUR DRIVE, FOR GOODNESS, FOR GOODNESS SAKE, FOR A QUICK SIP OF SAKE BEFORE THE LONG LEGS RUNDOWN. MY FEES COST TEN PERCENT LESS THAN MOST OTHER SUPERMARKETS WITH THEIR MAINSTREAM LEATHERBOUND CONSEQUENCES AND TANGERINES. I'M A KEEPER.

The abstract was at: THE QUAKER MEETING HOUSE WHERE WE USED TO MEDDLE WITH IRONIC SUPERVILLAINS AND THEIR BACKYARD STATISTICS AND THEIR MEDICATED STATIONARY OR, AS WE CALLED IT, HIBISCUS EXTRACT. WE REACTED TO THEIR CANNON FIRE AND TOLD IT TO BANG OVER AND OUT OF THE INCREMENTAL THOUGHT PROCESS OF YEARLY KEYBOARDS. IT WAS A FIREBRAND AND WE WERE SO HAPPY NOT TO SEE IT LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE DID WITH THEIR EVENTUAL WARES AND WINKLES. IT WAS A FIREBRAND BUT WE MADE IT INTO A STATUE WITH A PURSE. IT WAS ABOUT THEN THAT WE TRAVELLED DOWN TO SOHO AND MADE SEVERAL PROMISES TO SEVERAL MUTUAL DAYTIME TV DESPERADOS. WELCOME TO THE BAT. WELCOME TO THE SPECTACLE. SHOW WINNING IN CLEAR ENGLISH. WE DESCEND INTO BALLEY AND MAKE CLONES OF OUR SWEET MOVES AND THE MOVERS THAT ENVY THEM IN THEIR OWN HOUSES WITH THE SAFETY ALWAYS ON. I'M GOING TO MISS YOU, JUST AS YOU MISSED HIM WHEN HE LEFT BUT YOU NEVER HAD THE GUTS TO TELL ME, YOU NEVER REGURGITATED THE LIVER IN OCTOBER AND THAT LEFT BOTH MYSELF AND THE MONTH FEELING QUITE LONESOME AND BURNING WITH PRIM ASPIRATIONS. WE HAD A GLORY, YOU AND I, WE WERE LIKE A SUPERHERO AND A SUPERVILLAIN, INTERCHANGEABLE AND WORTHY OF THE DEEDS WE FACED. WE FORGED OUR WAY THROUGH SQUIGGLY LINES AND BECAME SNUBNOSED. WE NEVER TALKED AGAIN AFTER THAT, WHICH WAS A SHAME.

The conclusion might be: YOUR VITAL SIGNS IRK MY TEARS.