Saturday, December 13, 2008

While watching Narnia


The road to wilson is paved in cream filling and bathed in delusions. Tanks but no tanks, I'll handle give to others all by myself. Lock the lice in the cellar. For the end is nigh and time is right for dancing in the street. Get out of my yard meddling kids kickings of swiftness old as time will stick your courage to the sticking place. Come on dog. Of war. Dogs of war. Cats of diplomacy. Goldfish of apathy. The bluebird loves ghandi. If we tap dance it's dancing still. The universe exists on a membrane of conspiracy; it's populated by boundless strings of turkish delight. I struggled with destiny up on the ledge, and gasped when defeated he slipped off the edge. And silence contagious in moments like these, consumed me and strengthened my will to appease. Poke a double decker on a llama taboot, llama taboot taboot. Clap like you clapped when you is. Carts and carts to port the lips. What the frackles. Nope you its true the plot is stuck in the present. The is is the is but the was is is now unlike what it will is. Put the following in your smike and pipe it. And the cup ran away with the spoon. Dangle my fangle and rash wipe complete. Delphine goes swiftly and drips down my peg-leg. Broken sorrow brings my sunny day any day is a good day to mend it back up again. Wanting and walking and frothing the same. She needs a fix gained only in salt framed reagan administrations dodging the bullet of inconsistent bother. Bother bother my brothered baker. Bother to my shipyard's end. Furthermore, the implications watergate were magnanimous; it reached the limits of American democratic stability, it found the line dividing civility and ferality and took a hot flaming dump on it. Super money baby yeah! Now dat obama won we own yall. Ha. Eat it. You are strongly scrubbed and I am strongly scrubbed. We can't have that can we? Yes we can!! Yes we can!! Shout unto the heavens and the hells. Yes we canister of cynical embrace with loyalty programs for the weak and unendowed. Taken from the token Tolkien and brought before Emersons and the Koontz. Wrung from laundry soiled and stained and steeped in the sweat of the brow less brutes tirelessly toiling to sculpt the trinkets in the age where time went awry. Gather my kettle and pour me my tonic I am ready for drinking take the hair out the glass take the love mustered in heart you'll be in my heart oh yule be in my heart be in it do it now douche let it loose set it lose for me and mine we saw the wood in the forest dividing we chew the fat and saw the wood he saw the wood and the fat and so did me we saw both at once and chew each alone. Alone without the standard drone, atypical pwned by a noob lol. Chat rooms served in china red. Red bleed the horse but driven still by the husbanders query to revive the old locations. Broom sweeps took out the objects that you got cranky about cause you have concept of reality. Spoiled brat! We should've cooked them dogs sooner to preserve flavor steadfastness. The dog stands steadfast beneath the khaki tent. The captain is there too he stands steadfast and erect. The captains name it is he is sven, Sven Wankthrottle. Sven Wankthrottle enters the entrance of the beer and wine sellers, steps up to the counter, the counter the clerk stands behind. The owner has a name. His name not important because he is present for no other reason but to hear Sven say what he will say; therefore he will remain nameless, but keep in mind: he has a name; it is simply omitted for the purposes of brevity. We see Sven he is at the counter before the nameless clerk. He says, "me llamo Sven, entrado la establimento de la noche por la mucho cervasa. Vienta y cuatro miller chill por la fiesta en la discoteca. Taco taco nacho rot. Sell me some sold, solid, soiled and old, items from your cache! Come on Thof. Sell me those things that dream the lovers dream in my stead." Thof replied "yes boy count them yours and count them mine. What goes around could be globe bulb shaped to please or it could come around. Who could tell when it belongs thongs with a frozen sausage tattooed on the tall ball wall." Grapes shaped the course of coarse history that day. On a finer scale nothing was changed or hope. Hope for change to please the breeze. Dragon's teeth faggon's briefs pelican niece. Taste of taint after a brazen swim brings dire derigables to the forefront of the lobe, perpetually agnostic in it's approach to reproach. Good gandolf I'm ugly as a fugly stupid person!! Shoot nigga you so crazy. Let me borrow five till friday when I get paid from working at T.G.I.F. So says the mob of gays. "We take it as it comes. While the insides shake the outsides take a break. For the mice are away and the cat will play alone. He is the smiling moon with the blue tongue, well hung, aqua lung." How many have joined now? Couples coupling along the edge. Fertile for miles and miles and Miles knows what this means. "There are forty-eight of us now" he says, smashing the mask above the flaming brickplace, "you want to get nuts? Let's get nuts."
"Okay, let's go get some." I reply.uyyuuy. Oddly enough they got none. None too it seems we wanker walked all over the dance floor. Needless to say they got nuts and were floored. Gank me some corn on the phone for days and seconds and reckoners recommended recounted votes, totes and moats. To the tick we wick away with advanced layers of polyphonic curiosity. Racey Stacey and thematic bracing. Sometimes the road is long and other times it makes you look short. End