31/05/2014 - LOST ON A VIKING LONGSHIP

Lost on a Viking longship, as seen in the future. The bits and bites of critics are mere analysis of elementary comments with delusions of permanency. Deliberate quality for the caveat requires two-ply focus and a lot of extra upside. Take 2. Bonehead decision. Executives configure. Speciality controls for numerous generations. Cry out and listen to the fizzle of air as it falls down around you in a crown formation. The two plumbers are adapting to a life without loneliness, a time best spent together in a millionaire’s toilet. Legal battles ensue in a different future entirely. Like fishing for carp allegedly.

How many of the 23 episodes have you seen, as linked in the description? That’s a push towards kung fu raps with definite love and undefined, unrefined sexuality on a boat missing its many sails. It’s just a matter of time before scraps expropriate themselves into a Montreal conman. That kind of stupidity seems really contrived so get it off the table before the conman shows up and laughs at your idea of a hustler, what is essentially a mere hustler. Don’t look so green around the gills, crime pays through the teeth and leaves behind a fashionable topknot or so I’ve shown you through my years of silent weeding.

This is a column you need to climb sporadically and without question. Your trachea is broken and it cannot be redeemed unfortunately for you and your girlfriend and her part-time pet boyfriend. She’s a movie star, what can you say? Well, you actually can’t saying anything except ‘nah’ or ‘hemp’ which is a shame for careers away from rope walking or rope binding. Ask a lot of questions like I’ve found the lovers in my life tend to do and pizza gets thrown around the shop until someone takes a serious stand at politics in this unredeemed region. Turnover shall occur and no doubt with my ties to the Russian mobs. Transformation after transformation, meek into mild and then into something more cold and terrific in bed.

Let’s all read off the ceiling. Let’s all type out a machine code that the machine cannot process or decipher or know why anyone would even care to make it. English isn’t the only language worth contradicting so why not spread out your linguistics into hateful idioms of the soul. Your mother and her sister have told everyone in this community that that’s the kind of shit you go in for, that your shitty star sign involves tampered evidence and an impounded flat-screen television for as long as you can keep hooks on it. Now we’re at nowt, good for owt but nowt. Ready to redeem the language so notice it already. Were they stuck at 7, all the rest? Were they all waiting in the touch toilets, crouching against the bowl due to sickness and irradiated chemotherapy? That’s just inexplicable, why anyone would even say that with dart-like potency. Ask for the record and see what’s on the rattle, you not me.