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qwerty the pig
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Spin through the muck. It won’t do to have this barrier in our way swordfish emptiness on toast with my mother’s buderigar threatening to expose us all for the liars and hypocrites we most certainly are. Lie lies its all lies. Pretending my way to an early madness insanity rest home idealogue. No logic here folks only the tapping sound on the outside of your head. Bring on the cavemen and lets have a proper party. No charge for admission as long as you’re free of lice and warts. Separate the wheat from the chafing cucumber of oblivion. Don’t push me out of the way you ignorant loaf. Chutney smeared on my best friend’s consciousness if only you knew the fun we could have.
Its painful. Why bother? What is the fucking point. When failure is so inviting and all you’re doing is hammering home the point that its dead, fucked up long ago. Nobody. Nothing. Everybody wants to see your penis. Don’t disappoint them or they’ll look at you with pity.
I sprained my ankle running down the stairs of a tube station trying to catch the last train that had left half an hour before. Tumbling over my own foot as it landed halfway over the edge of the next to bottom step, landing on my back, laughing hysterically as an old woman comes over, and asks “Are you pissed?” Yes I am I say. She doesn’t offer to help me up, just runs after the non existent train.
Some people.
Pickling fish don’t cut it in the world of haute couture these days. You want to cut a dash you’re going to need something with antlers and a pretty big expense account. Not that you can fill up your diary with appointments just on the basis of any old Roebuck. If the deer don’t match your shoes, don’t even bother wasting the entrance fee honey.
Nasty isn’t it? Still, what choice do you have but to sit and wait and see what comes out. Its not quite like work but it sure as shit aint a day out. Give me something for christ’s sake, I’m drowning of thirst out here. Did I already do that one? If I’m replicating randomness I really am up shit creek. Oh, don’t look at me like that. I know you know what I know. I went to see my Shaman the other day. He gave me a purse full of water and told me to climb the highest hill in Yorkshire. I took his advice, having nothing better to do that day. The weather wasn’t all bad. That is to say there were a few minutes without driving rain. Once I got to the top I was wet through and shivering. There was no way to tell whether the water in the purse was the stuff he’d given me or just rainwater . Maybe that was the point. I couldn’t tell. Anyway, another day wasted. I don’t know why I pay that guy.
Sticky toffees pull your fillings out. Dentists put them back in again. A conspiracy? We’ll probably never know. Still, makes you think doesn’t it?
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