Wednesday, 16 April 2014

16/04/2014 - WHELP FOR CHORTLES


Whelp for chortles, groan for doldrums, ask from the bottom of your briny heart. The strings that fill the fabrics with fragrant tampering and line breaks will encase the lamp issue with canvas operations and European map terms that wouldn’t work anywhere else because of finality and the underbrush stalkers that leave our cybernetic bimbos warming up gigs for titanic bomb disclosure. The first to fart is the last to see the light of day – A FLUFF BALL. The epitaphs, the poetry and the engagement with audiences both dead and alive will tidy away horse riders with half term whimpers that ruin multiple games of cricket with a pre-announcement of match scores that are really in fact chiming in from an alternative reality but not one where cricket is a popular pastime for the young and American.After effects include Mayonnaise, Artichokes, Walnuts, Delirious Aubergines, Carrots in Rubber Jumpers, Seismic Shifts, Soil Exchange and Long Shore Continental Drift According to the Words of an Abandoned Artichoke Joke. Remains remain to be their own jailers on high shelves – THE CRICKET SCORES UNIFIED AND PERSONIFIED. The white door is shrinking into a cream window and that will eventually see the spurious alteration of a window via conversation with a conservative bathroom light switch. The motherboard has strange plans for the year quota and that’s saying something but not everything or indeed every thing that comes out of a lidless plastic bottle. The mummified remains are something to be seen from a great height descending at landfall speed. As often the sentences will wind their workaday barcodes into your blue collar stained window collection via the French salubrious thrusters that live temporarily in my garage. By the way when will you have time to take them back? They ask after you every good day and never say a breath on every other day. I stopped having bad days a long time ago. Complete misconception are a great man provided they can compile their lists into the suit of a well-meaning and credible lawyer – NO-ONE EVER. The glasses case will out and absorb out the fantasies from the fixtures and all the remaining wrinkles will turn Nordic and possibly bite with the territory of a gnat. It’s entirely selective and you look in a good dress by the way and that’s exactly what I mean to say because I say it with conviction and classified enormity. The wireless has never been more off the hook than it is right now and that’s all down to you, my mob force. Blokes love you and the centimetres aren’t quite sure what to do with you let alone make you in case you make them in the undue process. It’s a show of strength and how does it feel? If you say detectives have sexy voices then you need to clarify that statement before the real police come out and arrest your tongue and stick it in an exaggerated cartoon with thought balloons as the raison  when it’s really just a type.

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