But
mostly Brian internalises the sexual medium with frequent elision of the
sensual factuality. It's a powerful happening, a voyeur's wrangled dream on a
pink duvet as it whips right out from under it and inflates to the size of a
whalebone dress. I could support the promotion of lollipops but that would be
dishonest and filled with creamy sardines that tick, tick, wriggle and shoot me
a wandering eye. My hands are, of course, at the ready to receive the
deactivated bomb and all its constituent parts (i.e. the wires and shit). Wouldn't
the year become something entirely supportive if we wedded a stormy day to a
dog's hook lip? The scrapping sarsaparilla hypothesis keeps outmoding all
unions with its selective slab interjections. All those promises to jack off in
the face of harpsichords, a wasted journey to and from the lamppost at the
corner of the street.
Seen
as how you're going out west to text the Dalai Lama, could you possibly wipe
out, nay, scrub out the number seven entirely? It just has no practical proportions,
the company want to break the bank and send the constituent parts (e.g. the red
bricks, the gold bricks and other shit) to a fancy padded cell in the backroom
of your local good greengrocer. Communication with children tends to break down
as the protracted tailgate loops into itself and somehow manages to avoid
fretting it's pretty white skirt. I am the greatest endless office supply to
ever grace the lonely typist's table, I fill up like an electrified paper
weight and spit out bits of kinetic energy to check that she is still breathing
as opposed to just pushing the 'L' key down too hard. She hails from Boston
whereas I can't see past her favourite stapler and all of its inconveniently
racist views.
Real
Madrid wants me for a purring kitten plan of theirs, they hope to instigate an
investigation from the RSPCA to see if they'll open up a handshake clamp
they've been struggling with for eighteen months now. I doubt that they'll ever
be so deserving of human warmth with all the feet they tend to use to solve
their problems. I guess I'm not much of a football hooligan, I'm more or less a
hooligan with primitive hopes and dreams, more or less involving water sports.
You've won it back! Congratulations! Your right to have frizzy hair, that is!
Your legal right to practice with it!
My
sword often plays hooky and heads out on the streets as a strangling vigilante,
usually slicing off my thumbs to bring them along as sidekicks. I'm inclined to
see them as fall guys, bullet shields and talk show leaf blowers. I'll miss
them when the surgery stops working and it will eventually, I'll lose all right
to be opposable. At least my shoe leather remains comparatively unaffected.
There have been talks to juice it though and I'm currently watching those
involved in said talks as closely as a pregnant woman.
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