01/04/2014 - HARDLY PREPOSESSING IS JEALOUSY

Hardly prepossessing is jealousy. It’s more of a stylish trimming of the hair and a bent over chair covered in a pomade of lotion. Seduction does little for such a visage as that guy’s over there. You see how he fills the bar stool? You see how he BADUM BADUMS like fire has caught him right between the eyebrows. What can man require more than pretty churlishness? How often we should rest with the desirous profundity of the rhombus! How many purposes! So much purpose! Oh my. Who is intended for this warship outside of petty chancery? Oh, Mike. Yeah, I know Mike. He trampled me once back in my bay window days, those cheerful fractional days of light breathing and moderately attractive women with their bosoms heaving and their vanishing points too broad for correction in lateritious conversation. She shall have the excellence that cannot be heard or primped by the action hero in his action vest and floods of orange, angry skies. Merry moods do so much for our brisk community like a comb for our sooty treatise. We go round with the oven at our backs and the flank to the right, always to the right. It’s how we get our kicks and kickbacks.

We usually stop at November and bring it on back around to the airport before the big bosses get their noses all up in our muss and muzzle because then usually the gals come out from the woodwork and demand their civil checks and rows upon rows of amber glass monuments. The tractor creaks and tells tales of automatic doors which make the strong among us whimper until the units have been bathed and sufficiently filled with old bargain games. This is what’s usual, usually. The unusual storm comes into town only once in a blue moon and those make for very particular measurements of idyllist curtness. The brass band shall have none of mine, at least as long they practice their warbling three streets down from my hovel. This is where my coven sleeps and feeding time can be manic anyway. The time is now for the tangled truth to come apart and to prove itself in righteous conquest of ladies bathroom appliances.

The runes make for quality short stories provided that you can translate them into something even doctoring on Switchblade English. The lexicon is limited but growing thanks to the thriving thrifty subculture that swarms about the base of most liquids and their remnant stains. The grease can be sweet to the touch and indifferent to everything else that doesn’t smell quite so adamantly of glue and wheat-based products. The eyes and the ears and the nose are cruising along at a cool fifty two and they won’t take no guff from no mister or sister or iambic tetrameter ahead of its planking schedule. Regulations have to be tooled and painted blue for traffic warning purposes, especially if used whilst working out on the roads and motorways. Dual carriage ways are not permitted.