23/03/2014 - PRODIGAL DAMNED

Prodigal Damned.

NO GUNS, NO RECONSIDERATION

Smiling with will and thinking and waning over betrayal of leading ladies. This is a hard act to follow, two of a kind on a baize table with maize stuffed in the corners like some sort of hippopotamus trick of the light. The shouts are measured in Kelvin.

The measles, the mumps, the squares, the musical tops, the signal, the signalman, the coming to get it, the getting to come to it, the helicopter rotor condemning all favourability, the bullets that get us out of here, the drug overlord that we could have become had we not been taken up by the rapture of all things. We were told that we and our light will save the squeaky clean game of charades that the blue sphere seems to have become. The Chinese have their own bleak outlook and a gun trained on their ever-present, effervescent rival in business and shelf-mending.

GROAN IF YOU LIKE EM GO AHEAD, GI

The dimes and the brother of all breather tests that fuck my toothy delight with quality control checks and bad bras that have let themselves go a bit on the watchful gaze of a gentleman bent sideways. The cold mountain is really pleasant but I am under a lot of stress so perhaps we could just pluck up the foreclosure to planned escapology. WE TAKE NO CHANCE, WE COULD CARRY A MUSEUM PIECE AWAY INTO THE BACK OF SOME TIE GIRL’S TRICK Such an arsy thing to do with lift bells and various other paraphernalia that comes along and overwhelm the mediator before he coughs my buttons make into My Wars

What do you suggested in your lycra body suit quite down to Earth Ear Infection, the king that goes all the way up to the top of ribbon with EERR and a text laser right on back.

Some have told me to smash the apple, to mash it into a pulp of is intelligent self and then force it to sign a treaty which denies all knowledge of itself and ever succumbing to that dainty word 'peace'. Some have respectfully declined to take part and for that I intend to rub their names out with a really strong eraser and a suitably buff hand. The beards of the group, the glasses of the group and the chin clefts of the group all want to see a change in recreational activity but that's really no-one's department other than the dance studio's.

THEY LEAD THE ORANGE THREAD

TO THE NATIONAL STRIKE

This is what the command shells out - shucks and shimmies and the sound of horse's hooves clattering up the seminal architecture of Rome. All that sandstone and limestone and other stone will soon become some sort of walking group for the vertices, a place to corrode enemies and sing along with their lamentations as if the words weren't horrible enough. The diary entry tapers out here but this is my diary so shove off and go get yourself individually wrapped.