13/04/2014 - VERY PROBABLY

Very probably, guts like mush will become the new catchphrase as the titans follow their own footsteps to Armageddon. The armada of wellbeing shall flush out the wallflowers among us and tidy them into neat groves of immediate deniability. It must be deliberate and must be seen as being done deliberately or else all else is lost and we can’t get out our deposit note. The shopping centre is closed but the mall has just recently opened. It’s full of iambs and the bleeding dead who really just want to display themselves in sinful filing cabinets with guns and other drinks. Gin and tonic has gained recent popularity among them but they’re stupid creatures who smash their stupid heads into moderately stupid brick walls. There’s nothing left that even constitutes cardboard. Muster the mustard gas and we’ll play with the seeds in runny ketchup bottles. At least they got out alive while the going was a cottage on the South East bend to the outer reaches of one retching toilet. The water will green up, blue up and eventually percolate into pure iron with rainbow effects and shallow ideology. It really doesn’t hurt to have a spot check anymore but the perfect circle wants to live around the bend and will stab anyone who gets in the way, especially those who have specially baked lasagne in their positive uprising.

Are the newly weds around the corner? Often. How often? As often as it takes to reply to a chemist’s remarks on the term druggist and tincture. Who would even get that reference? Scholars of boredom. Who still even goes to school anymore? Those who don’t want to watch zombie movies 24/7 with cameras on full tilt and wifely duties going away from matters of public spirit. We need the spirited debate to get the shots in the arms to the quilted children who need it most, the swaddled imps and infants that don’t even play snap without gaunt expressions throughout the ordeal. The cream in mirrors, the tulle in every other reflective surface are the colours that run away from respectability to show us all how much of a circus light can really be. Car boot sales are enacting all over the globe as a unique result of this commonplace behaviour. Nothing to be sad about though, that is. Permanency.

                Why waste time on the food chain when fuel would be more efficient? A premium gas, a high-end luxury model that guzzles all kind of preheated asinine hold-ups and hang-ups. These guys are singing to fight to get in on that shot for eighteen healthy readers. The ancients want to provide but deep down they don’t see the side of ooh or urgh or anything half as fast as either or both multiplied. We got this, cowardly friends, we will distribute the wealth into the hands of the economic professors by eating their oomph as if it were pasted on special effects prawns. The rippers will mildew over conspiracy after seconds of grainy footage.