Incomparably
composite, they go to their rest all the better for the scorn and scars that
strove to make an ounce into an inch for some nefarious purpose that we haven't
quite reached yet, the rest of us, I mean. Cold adders, just in case they're listening
in.The
filter isn't half as bad as the vicar's wife makes it out to be, she's just
jealous of all the time we spend on the printer instead of the thread or the
black block that she really wants them to have for all their years of
dedication and quiet ineptitude. She has an argument for everything including
chip fryer fat on a silk serviette. Everything serves a purpose, it's just
unfortunate that those purposes serve them. It could be the time where all we
needed to live along the river was to live around the bank but we just choose
to accept the now and draw a line at the ferry stop because the big green one
doesn't pass by anymore, with or without steam shooting from the top. The topic
of the forecast, shipping that is, is running a load down to the laundrette and
how it does wonders for the spirited soul and all its prospective DIY projects.
Scavengers tend to come from our side and not theirs precisely because we lack
privilege, precisely because our friends are usually so busy that they forget
they're hats and caps to be doffed at
weekend day-trippers. Every now and then the guessing happens on a Friday down
at the social club.The
books are all women, they are all open to surreptitious remarks regarding
soliloquy but they will shut your bony arse down in case the party trick truck
doesn't supply the ferry money. There's something to be said about all the
transport that goes on down the fantasy and how the cycling productivity only
shunts downhill.
You've
got to have to start to take the investors seriously and not make them work
like bitches on heat on a lyric sheet. We're all straight in the geyser,
warming up to caring about pantheons with emphasis on privacy. You want it and
you get analogue all over your jeep and your security permit. These are the
martinis, the flaming martinis that happen like tequila without the negation of
chorus line. Bring it on along to your profession as a smasher with plenty of
time to get it, pick it up and do something for washing complexity. They all do
it on the side, spread the governor section all over the parentheses. Honestly
they times fools by fouls and produce a sum lacking equality on both sides.
December time. I've fallen into the ceiling, you've done the rest for me and
they don't like to see either of us trying ahead of the orgy. For the record
pathfinders and trailblazers aren't necessarily the same thing, it depends on
the size of the cheque. Ask and they shall run away to a melody on the wall.
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