THE CHANCE TO WIN MAKES ME
INTOLERABLY AFRAID TO CHILL THE DEAD AND FEEL THEIR TWISTED SOUP RUNNING
THROUGH THEIR TWISTED FINGERS. HOOK BONES ARE WAITING IN THE FLOATING AND
YEARNING WON'T DO ANY OF US ANY GOOD, NOT WHILE THE LIARS ARE THE CAVALRY
WITHOUT SICK BREATH ON HEATHES. I HEAR THAT YOU BECAME A DIRECT DESCENDANT OF
THE CROSS THAT CHOKED CHRIST INTO A FILTHY VERSION OF HIS BROTHER'S FIST, ALL
ALONG THE ARCH OF HIS HISTORICAL THRONE. MY BUDDY IS ON FIRE BECAUSE HE HAS
BEEN DOUSED IN KINDLING AND VOLATILE ELECTRICITY. I THINK MY GLOVES WERE BEING
WEIGHED HERE AT SOME POINT, AFTER I LOST THEM TO GLOW IN HEAVEN FOR ABOUT TEN
MINUTES WITH THE REST OF THE BELLIGERENT AND STALWART. THAT WHITE LIGHT MELTED
THE CONSEQUALISM IN MY BACK POCKET LEAVING ME WITH NOTHING WORTHY OF LOSING OR
NOTE. IT HURT.
REACHING
FOR RULERS AND LENGTHENING MEASURING TAPE THAT DRAINS ITSELF IN SMOKING BLOOD
AND RECKLESS TOOTHSOME DIE-CASTING. I THINK MY MODELLING CAREER HAS HIT A
SHUTTLECOCK TEMPORARILY TO THE EXPENSE OF YOUR COMPASSION AND ESCAPOLOGIST
APOLOGIST NIMCOMPOOP SIGHING. THESE THINGS NEVER QUITE END AS SHARDED OR AS
CONVENIENTLY AS PROMISED IN THE ADVERTS, THE LINES GET BLURRY AS YOU MEASURE
THEM IN TOMATO GROVES. THE CELERY GROWS ITSELF IN BOTANICAL GARDENS TO THE TUNE
OF A THOUSAND MINI COOPERS EXPANDING ON EXPERIENCED WORK EXPERIENCE OFFICERS
DOING THE ROUNDS AROUND VARIOUS GARAGES AND LIBRARIES IN CASE THOSE SONS OF
BITCHES FORGET THEIR FAITH OR DROP THEIR COIN PURSES. JOIN THE ARMY, THAT'S
THEIR SLOGAN BECAUSE IT SAVES ON TOKENS AND OBLIGATORY CIGARETTE SMOKE. BIRDS
OF DOOM, GLIMMERS OF SQUARES IN DISAPPOINTING LAND. A TALL HANDSOME WOMAN WHO
MOSTLY PLAYS BRIDGE AND SARDINES BECAUSE ETERNITY IS REALLY A RATHER LONG CASE
OF SHRINKING, WILL SHRINK DOWN TO WHISPER IN COATS AND SOME SMOKING JACKETS.
DINNER
IS SERVED IN RENTAL CARS BECAUSE THE COST OF SELF-RESPECT HAS RECENTLY BEEN
BARRICADED IN THE SLUMS. STACKS OF GREEN WOOFS AND WOOFERS AND WOLVES IN
SHEPHERDS' CLOTHING HAVE STRIDENTLY SLINKED OUT TO THE TUNE OF A TINNY PIANO
CAUGHT BETWEEN TWO LARGE VOLUMES ON SWEATY BIOLOGY AND TEENAGE MISFORTUNE AS IT
HAPPENS OR HAPPENED IN THE DAILY GRUNT AGE. THEY REALLY WOULD APPRECIATE YOU,
THEY REALLY WOULD HAVE HAD YOU BOTHERED TO EXIST AT THAT POINT OF THE NIGHTMARE
BUT THEN YOU AIN'T WANTING FOR WHAT YOU SEEM TO BE. YOU JUST WANT TO TURN UP
THE TEMPO OF BOOZING IN THIS MICROSCOPIC CATASTROPHE ROOM. BUT AT LEAST THEY'RE
PLAYING YOUR SONG IN A SALOON SOMEWHERE, AT LEAST THE VOUCHERS WILL MAKE IT ALL
WORTHWHILE AND AT LEAST THE LEAST OF YOUR WORRIES CAN BE PACKED IN A KITTEN'S
FATTY SAC. JAZZ AS IT OCCURS IN THE NATURAL HABITAT OF A SMOKER.
And I, I just can't get past the
judgement, can't avoid the burglary of my ideals by some bugger from Ipswich
with his electrician's degrees and his limp wrist that only blocks him out when
he breaks into Rock 'n' Roll
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