15/01/2014 - ANDERSON SQUARE

            Anderson Square seems like a prohibited zone for redneck media but our intrepid reporters are yet to descend with toothy evergreens on the sweet spots. The spacing could be more individualised but the byte is worth its weight in eight and shouldn't be sold on for a bakery book that exemplifies the horsehair dessert to be eaten with silver spoons and narcoleptic rage. This is a nervous matter with yellow pugs all run down with blinking flashlights and torches and Portcullis Probability Dances. This is a Tuesday matter, a matter for Tuesday and all its bingo-calling and I think you should hate yourself for not realising whilst the menu was still in my hands and filled with just as much transdimensional thinking as my abstract character description can handle. The call-out is coming straight back around but it might be tempted to detour as soon as we're on board and that really would be a shame and it would be your shame with your Catholic prints on it. It causes the great dowry and the piano keys are all inflatable provided you know the sequential preferences of the knight's sleeping arrangements. The mistake could make it for the winter solstice.

            Austria indents the hierarchical spirit of the pyramid, stratifies it with emblems and various apparel just because the gentry hasn't quite landed safely just yet and they're really just letting the tickers reply to their loved ones before carrying on in the linear fashion. This is the perfect opportunity with all the right mollycoddled moments behind curtains ready to pop out and drink up whatever has been left begging at the bar. The birds may whistle now but just you wait till the time when the bulb needs changing, then the Petri won't look half so different, let alone broken. So how about it, as the old rhinoceros goes? How about we close off the future events with Hallowed Orchards and see if the electricity has a dose of douse in it to keep its crooked edges in check. The police will come by eventually to sucker punch those guys but we're upstanding citizens and really shouldn't get involved in the shower like this. The train's rain is making me sleepy, making me crazier than the rest of the time I'm sleepy so mayhap I should let go of my caboodle and just throw on a home run outtake video. Justice.

            The day is long and the road is many times larger than that and doesn't need to be deserved by the likes of you horrible lot with your shoddy contrivances and ironical indemnit. This is the ego problem, this is the toothless man telling you that you've gone too far, that you should slow down boy and let your food digest a little before digging up a memoir story from a soap factory and one that works to the nth degree all while in the name of the madman who sues me when I'm dead. The joy of the forage!