26/11/2013 - SOMETHING GOES WITH EVERYTHING

            Something goes with everything like the Venturi Effect off a camel's hump. Andromeda has the means to put a foot forward but not the one that's technically wrapped around your throat at this time as it is time-locked. The warzone opens up some lovely buds though and ensuing collections are granted their relevance in cultural significance once again. The children are made happy and I get to look at their mothers in the darkest corners of their recessive gene pools. The earrings are a fine and dandy puddle of milk that somehow construed itself into a tight-fitting metal frame without the aid of a chiropractor. At the end of the conveyor belt there is hearsay that the £9.99 product placement will match is $9.99 predecessor. If this were to happen, half the population would be flattened to the density of a pancake and ground down into a fine lake of poster paste. The tune is fitting for the swans but the rest of us just can't stand it, we're sorry. Something about the Potlatch Effect.      

            We're going to see a cloudy revolution, yes ma'am, we're going to excel at the tractor-pulling of a thousand generations that don't really care for orange handbooks, not nearly enough for the tails to be joyous. One day, the ion storm will make Neil into Tony and Erasmus into Susan and then I can re-enter the planetary atmosphere like the fist I've become. It isn't half as weird as it is a quarter Welsh. The cake mixture resurrects the part of the human brain that is responsible for elaborate show tunes and xenophobic extermination. The abacus will rust the gold off its nibs and show the finely-cut silver and chrome underneath. Two wrongs don't make ginger cats too saccharine, especially when the mouthy female reporter is on the case and shouting expletives at exclamatory landmarks of the eternal codex. All we can say at this time is blimey or gosh, depending on your handicap in professional golf. It leaves most members in such a state, they need plastic visors just to get home before the soaps leave them wanting more.

            South Africa and South America and even South Asia want to talk to you about the standing of your wife in most social circles. There is a recurring concern that she is letting her ladylike figure trim down too far, to the shape of a roomy pasta tube. The record is different to the recorder just as the excess is different to the excessive. Travel around with the silk at your throat and you'll see why, it flunks all the way to Chinatown in any city at any time. There are plenty of buffalos to wash in the meantime, plenty of conquests to deify and then conquer again. Fortunately for us the ship of fools are actively trying to be studious in spite of their humorous background. I give them top marks for parlour tricks and a few shiny ticks for their taste in birthday bashes.