10/04/2014 - ANY COUSINS, ANY BROTHERS-IN-LAW

Any cousins, any brothers-in-law. I mean another pussycat got out and now the staff at the diner is pausing to inhale smoke until the bomb ticks over and everything comes to an irresponsive rest. Laziness in suits: a hell of a way to live life. We are zoot. That’s great for kidding but not good for a healthy diet of handling baggage or washing dishes. Don’t let the dreams of a space cadet hold you back from being a true Colombian, the big bucks are just groaning to be with you. That’s what all the high profile newspapers are saying; they view life more differently than I and rarely bring machine guns back for storage and selection. If anything happens to the head while one’s luck is pushed, the incredibly sexy moron will stop making eyes and start chewing out retirement.

Any auntie, any kitchenware, any article of individual symbolism. I mean idiomatic moments that play out with the cut and thrust of partly daunting lovers who seek to love the autoerotic transgressors in spite of their mannerisms when holding scissors. Everybody’s got to learn sometime but the silence does seem to overcome ogres and deafening sickness like rickets crammed full of starbursts and the remnant materials.

Memories last for as long as the daydreams don’t. Anyone can do it, it’s nothing to be proud of, not really. This is the edited version with audio dribbling in sync with encyclopaedic knowledge of barriers and penetration of those many barriers. If you know their movements, their people will attack the lovers with starvation tactics and liquorice TNT. Don’t believe a word they say, they only show what little people know and everybody already knows exactly how much bite they have. Bravo, you snake in the grass. By God, the presence of mind among you is staggering which is to say that the spies are all out in arms and numbers. They go back to their positions, do what they have to do. How right. How utterly, utterly clear in purpose and drive. You want a deal which is predictable but nevertheless acute and an executor’s delight.

            So long as you’re with me, you’ll be sorry about virginity and the relentless ambling of fiery wolves with their blunts set on narcoleptic. The leaping will cause our teeth to bear and the leaves on wheels will run ragged like snack-happy music. No-one is meant to accept the lost holiday because it’s a dandelion in full blood with throttles twisted like veins and finger food. Here I am with the hormones cutting like ape shit paper cuts: slake the piano chord before it goes everywhere as an act of medical arrival. All this growling for baseball will do the country no good. You guys just eat and flick and eat and flick and write bad scripts that involve skating as a magnanimous subplot which won’t be addressed at later dates in anyone’s life. The conifer trees have their own selective tendencies and they won’t ever go back on them.