Saturday, 26 April 2014

26/04/2014 - YOU KNOW THAT SOME GROGGY POINTER SOMEWHERE


You know that some groggy pointer somewhere is shooting the breeze with that aeroplane from your childhood. You can bet that that groggy pointer is some detective with his eyes on the prize and a softness in the heart that makes him susceptible to music and wine glasses. At least the sound of whistling still drives you up the wall and then smacks you down; what a courtesy! You are most assuredly a dog with his nose screwed on, a right old pooch to be endangered by the recklessness of willy-nilly time travel. I even saw a few of your adverts, such soft porn is surprising to the censors.

Let’s you and me drop tabs in the lake and see what kind of poison the water supply can make of it. The churning can be seen best from the gurney and then our chins and cheeks will at last by settled on the same rigid path as the rest of the sampled face. As of now the packaging has worth and almost worth the tarot cards it was dealt with unceremoniously. Shopping channels want to report your death but I won’t let them because I have too much respect for you and my date night credibility. Let’s stay in and watch a VHS tape, you and me, and see how little the elephants actually will care.

I spend my day hanging up the phones of my colleagues to ensure the financial wellbeing and my own selfish security because the case and the point are in actual fact two very different objects in varying planes of existence. It all comes full circle and the children won’t know until they’ve risen out of the swamp and actually met with the vampires from their parent’s childhood and their grandparent’s godhood. If you don’t have that particular story on tape then I have been empowered to eradicate several memories from your more pleasant experiences of days in life. Chart it on a photograph and the powers that empowered me will turn you off and make a smart mouth and a howdy out of your lower portions.

You know that dart in the leg on a pub night wasn’t just planned, it was organised by numerous competing elements as well. Elements  in government = elephants  = some groggy pointer out on the street with determinations of seeing you putting around the golf course and doing little else to contribute to the grind down of societal straining. You may have been a good person once, a glad person, but now the telephone company want to know why you’re being pursued by men with heavy purse strings and the fake eyelashes of strippers name Candice and Simulation. The good people want to hail the surrendered organisation with red marks in black hair like buzz kills at crystalline parties with political undertones and a seriously kickass oompah track ongoing.


All the women want to sell you a fish tank. All the girls want to break you in on the football pitch.

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