20/03/2014 - THERE'S A LOT OF OLDER GUYS IN HOLLYWOOD

There’s a lot of older guys in Hollywood – the are all platting their pubic hair and propoposing their rivers and rivulets with old Etonian bastards who spend their ages thinking warm thoughts and little less than perfect days – I haven’t had a real date since I slammed the weak with a tender kiss – you are the old Etonian bastards – AHEM – the money is documented – the money is grubbed – don’t get in too deep while the careful clairvoyance of falling leaves with drift by with withered window red and lips – used to hold – since you went away – TEH BLUS – I ewish you a taker and a maker and a glance through a rear view mirror that was lovely and standing with persuasion and current payment of dollies and back cricks – she’s asking for you – your asking for me – you want tech support – pills will be taken – the green and white will lose themselves in each other to Jewishness – bed – it took the blue lycra to worry about – fooly – get me dressed while the popping opens doors and the eyes handling the opening up of key handles and batons of sharp-shooting – the invitation is an imaginary game of web fluid – the power track is a front for stale water – the sleep comes with nudity and gun totting for toddlers raised in Bromine solution – like Hernandez – like the sleep if YPN willl take up other people’s homely towels that works in favour of everything good about the great Goddess -  Mr Miller has wanted all along -

            Too real is this feeling of planting women in various audiences for expensive purpose of tying their hands and teaching them to teach others to do the same so that the massive trick can still remain a crafty course of ingenuity. I want to just express my sleepy time communication medication needs using up so whoever left the bright red beamer stuck in their jacket can at least have a whiff and a half to keep him from going home the all-out-war way round. The library catalogue will ding every time you pass through the passer-by and may even charge you for the experience of early reading. The tissues are for the packet munchers only so don’t even get ideas in that sandy box of a sandbox hairdo. The proper way of women is to stare until the hem unsheathes its loose threads and frayed cloth like the insecure little devils they are. Why do they keep doing it? Because they can’t stand burlesque.

            File it under junk and you commit it to lava. My assistant wants to meet a few more times before throwing her into pear-shaped party favour like a taxi driver’s nylon stockings that somehow come to rattle around in his cab whilst the world is at rest and the staff filed with champagne sandwiches and the many other chuffs that underlie trouser hangers wirh hand gliding has don’t even turn to…stuff. The cat has fished out the era and the stereotypes hot and very fusty with the option of taking svzkjbn for granted.