14/03/2014 - THIS IS NO ORDINARY MILLIONAIRE

            This is no ordinary millionaire, this is a millionaire with a bolt of lightning in his hair that accelerates him into format painting. They say such a millionaire might burn through the stratosphere with car-like fixes and pacific retribution, training up the sergeant class all over again with the pop and glimmer of an energy-efficient light bulb. They say you can get a dentist clean feeling for the harmless acting that manages your placidity at seeing such a primary event take place. They tell me to stop watching for free and to pick up laundered money with my pointy little fingers and sweaty palms caused by porn slappers.

            Be silly, be full of remorse, be fine, be on a good side of sober, be aboard a bus headed to the True Continent, be a retro cleaner, be a hyperactive child, be ebullient, be a teacher of pole tricks, be a prostrate blonde, be a clamp of legs, be whatever you slink to be. Just pull the arm speed above the national average and make your time take bullions of mental exhaustion and frightening thoughts that can't say just how hard it is to be a figure of starvation with straight legs and harmless brows. Is it important to keep the work away from the lounging around of other people? Wearing comfy laps will burst your retention for hourly dissents from the peasant class. I like just chilling out, you know what I mean, I appreciate the nothingness of strippers and take away that which is so much on.

            The good thing about going is away is that tester's can't enter the clubs with their big questions and Vienna lists. The futuristic art makes the universe provide the fully-believed thought process with attitude running extra. There's a lot to be catching up on. You're all I need to see right now, mostly because the records and reports are plastered all across your cheekbones and shaking lightly to prove visibility. Today I'm in a pig farm and tomorrow I'll be a stringent annual assessment towards a good standard with red tractor responsibilities. The mesh and mash makes us admirals, that is the exact nature of the natural provider. Dress fantastic to conquer your cravings and eat coconut shavings, pick up the resonant points and violated payment issues. Dancing over the mountain makes us a unified church, dabbling on the surface changes our carriage design.

• ·         Heart's desire is a hearty breakfast meat. It trounces all other forms of 39-year-old dinner dishes and doesn't even require the use of a spatula. You flip the decent thing with your hands then you pat it back down as it arrives at the floor. The beat is munificent.
• ·         Astrologically speaking, they say a lot about the drainage of the pipes in Durham.

1. 1.      Who really counts to fifty anymore?
2. 2.      The child in the orange shirt has sweetener in her pocket.
3. 3.      The police force.
4. 4.      Be as you tell yourself to be and don't drive on it.

13/03/2014 - YOU BRING IT BACK AND YOU'RE SCREWED

You bring it back and you’re screwed, you unwind it and you’re screwed. You tick off the boxes, you just tick off all those flaming boxes and the Swedes will crush your ticket toting with vehement retorts. These people aren’t afraid of your assets, they have no translation for the thingies and you automatically lose. It hurts to be a mountaineer in this part of the world, you’re always afraid of the receiver and its connection to the swordplay overseas. They tell me it’s the sort of thing you just can’t back away from, you have to bask in it with all remote controls in attendance and a few action figures as added spices. The trouble with the twist is that there is no desire to print more on it. They say things that one can hardly believe and you’re lead out of the universal skin to strut about with hippy mood-altering going on and suits being tailor-made just for the state of mind you’ll inevitably enter. The man with the door knocker is always a harsh judge of women in high heels.

The thousand and one comforts I contort into my lunchbox aren’t too serviceable at this time in the year and that’s because the upgrade patch has decided to stop tightening its whiney corners because we’re always replicating the intention with our mouths and eyebrows. These chaps, these electronic pest chaps are hiding the damn receivers, plotting them into the earth all around us to see how we like it. They don’t even rise, they just tamper and cluck the sides of their nonexistent cheeks. Sometimes we all just wish they would grow-up and leave the planet behind before the pipes sprout out and all the way down to the feminist novel section. Goodness knows what will happen to God down there, he might get singed with zingers and testimonies. JDJ – JUST DON’T JUDGE – that’s how one of these titles are printed and the series keeps just getting better at handling its seriously as it goes along. There’s an umpteenth book in the works but no-one gets to read this one, it’s out of print ahead of its time. It’s end-stopped and you won’t like it.

The thing is that boots are always doing what they can to introduce the narrators and to integrate them back into the folds of war. The hardware’s changed but the will is essentially the same so the change shouldn’t be took as unconquerable at all. The computer AI is strumming with soundless throws and balanced chords. Time to stray away from goodbye with a harmony. You’ll be tapping your OKs and diphthongs in no time, no space at all. The whirls in her hair and the join in her nose will bristle and fire up the rafters with so much homogeny that we just can’t betray. It would be awfully cold to do so and we’ve left the kettle on standby anyway. The history walk and the pipe go together like strobe lighting and the flexing of spoons into palpable matter.

12/03/2014 - THE FILMMAKER BECAME THE WHALE HUNTER

The filmmaker became the whale hunter through black magic and original universal thought. It was stunning. Each of the elements were capped off and learning to talk in their respective genres in order to run away with studios and returns and different swim builds of sequels. The monster movie creator became a big hit and on its own terms. In the mean time the old dark house became mischievous in its effects and dove to be crazy and invisible. This is a souvenir and how do you like that, you headless, candlelit morons! This is delightfully liked per generation with big money projects and generations of oodles of film historians who dare to pose the question where the whale even came into it and how the reel became a harpoon and how it was employed. There was a feel to the action that left the transaction a warning to the big boys and girls who propose their screenplays and diddly squat. These are the suggestions: mention this, betroth little people in glass bottles, marry the poets, either the fever and be greatly contentious. Can you have conceive of cadavers with money and elaborate fire and let-out sexual favours that create umpires from music and faster films from earlier flicks. The sequence is a brief glimpse of most of the vicarage that changes sporadically with boring full-blown intimacy. There have been developments that can articulate in blind speech and lonely aches of the bally shadow. Speech was essential to the bride. Take away from the original portrayal and you can’t go wrong with her.

The harpoon shatters the gruelling make-up design, the thin layer of mullet that separates whale from ocean. It burns from either direction and pops up like cartoonist thoughts and fuller facial scarring that makes great clamps out of lattices and thyme without the necessary catalyst of heated moments. The lesser physical ordeal is padded behind the breast of the filmmaker as he steers the ship into the forehead of the mighty beast in hopes that the slanted smoke might picture the tea cups in unearthly skin tones. This does not do any wearer any justice, auto chromatic and dead white as he is. The pretty lights are kept on in absolute masterpiece of the attractive cars that crisps the wire cage on the cranium. How the halls are made beautiful by wacky hairstyles. I would be a crotchety old guy if I weren’t here. I would become a hard knuckle on a surgical glove as it goes in for the kill and says hello. She took the longest time to salvage the filmmaker from the wreckage of his ship in the hopes that he would have his own way of doing in the stake and then doing away with it entirely. The swans come up and feed them with hisses and incorporate English and American ingénues into the mise on scene. Oh, the warmth of memories borrowed in Machiavellian mouthpieces. Here is the lovely scent of an impressive bleed out.

11/03/2014 - WHAT IS THE MATTER OF THE SHAREHOLDER BEAUTICIANS?

What is the matter of the shareholder beauticians? Can strokes be I TOLD YOU SO and a great guy is a keeper who really wants to be an accomplice with neurotic forgetfulness and backers markets on Fridays that make you feel good in sordid thinking that makes us all not really like that and stop us from crutching sadness with scratchy tears and kisser lips that heat up our bosoms with fruitful cupboard sex. The neurosis is great and federal crime is lifting the spender’s fee with wanted losing and brief gifts that lead to tuition fees. You all need short term futures and CULLED INSURANCE SETTLEMENTS. I am the warehouse. I will monitor the paired off hot damn organised crime and lashes of bank robbery. You do what you can with yearning jackets and standing room only that cools the orange jumpsuits with our thick-skinned problems and scientific taint. The perfect punitive guitarist has come out to gone all our materialistic police buses. You are wonderful in the meantime and I’m so funny because the white man’s croquet increases murderer’s batting averages. We are all consulting heaters for sitting in office jobs and managed snake oil quitters. WE COULD SURVIVE UPPERCLASS TRUANCY SO GOOD AND SO BRUISED LIKE A TREE WITH DIDN’T AND DAREN’T. What’s good for you is good for young ladies are green with red badgers and red like shivering showers and droving gloves. The romantic holdings are turned down with the bust-up services like strange men who claim to be Palaeolithic and pint-size. This is not nothing and with all the fabric consistency of a sawdust tie. Criminals create their own windfalls, obviously, and psychiatric trash compactors. Say whoopsie one more time and the uhuhs will charge up the remaining theft of radiation poise. You’re talking about women who cart are trouble while I’m trying to communicate enamoured sums of monthly whistles. Sling the allegations. I run this place like a run-down glorified Fort Knox with real man that do imaginary jobs that pretend conspiracies are accountable when talking about neighbours and irate plate faders. We will give ourselves up and, because the negotiations are suspended until further notice, the pleasured card-carriers will take children away with killer greed and sexy blips. I’MNOTGOINGOUTOFMYWAYTOSLINGTHECHARITYWITHFISHINGTOYS. The boys are day traders with portfolios and blobby trunks that create glum transactions that report knowing glances and sleeveless shirts that raise the candelabras with outsourced households and existential clienteles. The runtime of some children will become pally with shielded gold diggers and silver huggers. I know the rolling over of PRISONER DILEMMAS and the daily defenders of first-time grown-up offenders who know about the sacrifices made in the treachery of a named balm. I can’t print how sorry I am and won’t calm the drive-by makeshifts, not even in foot-pounds. The honey is being torn up and the home alarms are set to detonate while the going is good for as long as the charge takes to differ from the apple munchers with fiery machination and forgetful promiscuity.

10/03/2014 - FORWARD OF THE CARDIGAN

Forward of the cardigan, do you like jazz? Ten cents seems to be the going rate and everyone needs to count for themselves before it gets the best of them. All the dancing and most of the knick-knacks. Say hi to lap dance country for me. Your defence attorney is very careful and chock full of ghostly apparitions and at least until the hole gets a school paper for itself. The overall system of momentary flow will strong-arm the dollar until the maddening yard stops salvaging library spots. Can I pledge the agent to the flag as well? Robbing the lightening lightning who thinks stuff up and drivels enormously. We have a house to go and do it in while the cheques are cashed and the surprising factoids are revving their chain engine with organic blues and tacky drug ladies.

This is my right of way, this is the ample way to refresh the circus of gay cleaners and their jobs well done. Unbelievably undeniable and retroactively well-erected, it is a bad terrible idea gone wrathful. Don’t get greedy with trouble-asking, don’t arrive before yourself dragged up. Would you stop being an orphan before the jewellery store opens/ Just for a little while? Just for a stupendous quality of life? The money is spent and this is nothing and not even real while the greed is flushing the hostile toilets. Don’t spend the rectitude from the bank teller’s point of view, his conkers are vastly outnumbered by soap dispensers and sorry sad sacks that are thrifty and tired. My break is a breath over under and please calm down while the hedonists think of something with their chewed and gnawed money sacks.

All these cheeky cheesy phone messages will partner themselves up with fellas and brown babies that can be bought for the right kind of sympathy and wonga. The daughters of the revolution are doing what they can to reproduce the dawn time with hellish toiling and antibodies. The tunnel cuts straight through to cutting time and the ombudsman shoot up with their eternal shutting up of cubicle minutia. Get on the floor and make a report while the rest of us just carry on carrying on with our mop heads and flop heads and foppish skulduggery. The smocks fit tightly and we’re just rocking them with lifted wattage and say nothing of the money.

She was the girl who was saved by the son on the plane who helps out at most district-sanctioned events in order to raise money and personalities are transmitted through the keys in their gum. This thing is really stuck and the ears of playoffs past that God invented with his twirling curly hair and I already told you about this, didn’t I? There ain’t nobody who can do Jesus with hubcaps. At last the Christians make themselves into all-out sweethearts that use their thinking for the ebullience of mankind. Get in the car and out of your overflowing mind. The vehicles are prisons and the prisons go all the way to seventy.

09/03/2014 - A VARIETY OF GAMING-THEMED VIDEOS

A variety of gaming-themed videos at the disposal,

                                                            the whim

                                                                        the quim

of a quid all slapped up to the back of a fire hydrant that is sent to go on for days, making deals and skimming stones across New Zealand freeloaders. They scorch the surf of the hallelujah and rhyme and reason with the television sets in a good-fashioned natural way. It’s a cross we all have to bear.

 

The viaduct, an aqueduct and even one of the tape dispensers have each been found scattered across the lemon-scented aisle and it’s seemingly expected of us to try and adapt them into the basis of a schoolboy’s award-winning play about recompensing fatherhood and strapping into the driver’s seat for once in our plebeian lives. It will be hard-hitting

                                                side-splitting

                                                                                    amusingly bad at replying

to the garters that were once guts and still retain phone privileges. The testified potency of the shotgun can shake you right up to the bone, right yup and yip and perhaps bunyip if you’re not looking at me in the right sort of business spreadsheet, squire.

 

Tradesmen eat my earth and plough my wine as if the two were even wren’s wreckages or blurting phonetics that tipped all over the respectable grunt’s thermostat and instantaneously reduced its   romantic passage

                        corny indifference

                                                amiable reach and hand of God

but they say at that the chap with the lottery ticket made the episode uneventful and needlessly convoluted but we have to try, we have to keep trying to make this formula work again before the comedy roustabouts get up off of their colourful keisters and start practising the light fantastic for mockery and other salutations. It’s all really rather tasteless and the girl shaves her head because it is her granny-given write to do so and nobody ever tells her how to live her life unless they break out the finger puppets. She hates finger puppets understandably though she needn’t burn or boil them like she sometimes does.

 

Two big spiky teeth and teachers who promote creative vogues and political tables for fucking wistfully on, fucking wistfully for figures of impossibility: these create visits to postal services in their own distinguished ways.

Keen monuments

One of the fascinating things

The cocksure cock and its micro-expressions

                                                                                    We won’t put our anti-culturalism move in the way of strange ideas and lost African lessons that come straight from the mouths of distant and irate relations during piano isolation periods. It looks like I’m the the queen of howling strata and don’t let them in, don’t let them go with concealment powder or their ambitions of being a breathtaking palace of recorded trekking tracks. The cloaks can’t get so close anymore now that I’m possessed by glucose and musical stair climbing.

 

Little Pink Neil

Murky Mister Thank

Flurries Of Airy Ground THAT Freezes Lumps Into Eons

Here TO Stand In The Barricade Of Friends AND Damn Their Lies

                                                            the people plan to rise with ponytails and rising lore to show off the tabernacles for Neil’s sake

08/03/2014 - YOU...SHOOT...FIND...YOU...THE

You will find me in the blue no doubt. Meanwhile we will be holding ourselves in readiness. Take your revenge, how right you should be righteous. I don’t understand or warn clearly.	Shoot, shot, shoot, shoot, shot, shot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shot, shot, I am shot, I have shoot, I have shoots, I have shot, You have bargained for the shooting, You are shooting, You’ve done your duty by it.	Find me at a route and no doubt we will edit the future with kindness and something else unheard of round these here county parts. There will be no petitions because we shall rule with iron fisticuffs.	You better be warned about the worm, he has a flatulent wrath and a wraith-shaped hole in his effervescent heart and rarely shares the time of day with scum-suckers such as our sisters and brothers.	The killers in the columns, there are killers in the columns, these are killers in the columns, they are colonised, they are killing, they are conservative of politics, they conserve their bullets.
THE RIGHT HONOURED SHADOW COUNSEL HAS A PLUM ADJUCATOR TO STRIKE UP WITH AND TIE DOWN WITH ROMANTIC VESTIGE AND VARIOUS OTHER TACITURN TRUNDLES	THERE’S NOTHING TO BLAME YOU FOR, YOU’VE DONE WELL IN THE COMIC ROOK BOOK COMEDY SHOW AND THE VEHICLE HAS FLOWN THE COOP FOR THE COUP	YOU’VE DONE YOUR DUTY AND THERE ARE PETITIONS AS IT TURNS OUT, SOMETHING WENT WRONG IN THE CLERICAL WARD, SOMETHING TURNED THEM ON ALL RIGHT	THEY INTEND TO STARVE US OUT BEFORE STARTING THEIR STRAIGHT UP PLACIDITY IN CASE WE HAVE WEAKER FACULTIES THAN SUPPOSED IN PHILOSOPHY	A BLAME IS A REACTION TO A REACTOR GOING KABLOOEY WITH SAUSAGE FACTORY-TYPE MUSH RIGHT IN THE SUCKING SOCKET AND SOOTY SPOTS IN TNT
They struck up deals indeed and the communion wafers are now flowering just nicely between the bed sheets and bed knobs, almost as if they have any claim to stake or exhaustive replies to make ad nauseam	Away from us are the gingerbread masters, away from our homely instinct and insect’s backbone that runs in patterned gelatinous fluid that tickles the rum whim	The liars are snaking their way through grassy fields in the hopes that the shrapnel will catch them with their trousers down and their paper treaties elasticated and irrational by comparison to you, my nut	You do their nut in, it seems, you do their nutty rut in, you cause pain in the most punctual way with ticker tape fission and overcoming turf displays that cast us out before the property	Damn their little people pluck and their pretty sentiments that just turn with sentimentality and emotional impact that cannot be ignored for all the tea in China or sorrow of the wilderness
OVERCOME THE STATEMENT WITH PLAUSIBLE DENIABILITY.	PRESSURE THE PUTT-PUTT IN TIME FOR THE MARRIAGE.	WATCH THE DEVIL DANCE WITH HIS HANDS UPRIGHT.	MAKE OUT WITH YOUR HAND LIKE IT WAS A TENTACLE SUCKER	BRING MY THIEVES TO HEEL AND LISP OUT THE ANTHEM.