4 May 2005

Oxtail Pollywogs Doodlin' on the Day

And did I hear you sing
That we exist without existing
Or did I hear you sing
That we'll land where we begin

When we were kids someone should have shaken us into a fit and screamed. I would've loved to have known that if I was going to go in search of a true education, I was going to have to give up the idea of being taught by real people with real laughter and real passion. I should've been told that it would have meant failing at all the things that everyone may find important or good for you. I should've surmised this all for myself, but I was always a gullible child looking for the good will. Yeah, I was 19 before they told me Will just happened to live 500 miles away and died 50 years before I was born... that helped. A lot.
Does anyone still have their copy of life's instruction manual, because mine happened to slap me last week and walk off down Crow Road. I just have a couple things to look up, such as, who the hell thought this was a brilliant friggin idea anyway? I'm lookin' in your direction, Zero Mostel. That's right, you fat, funny bastard. You wanted it, well here it is.
Contrary to old men in porn booths, there's a lot to be said about the 80 something crowd that's gathered in my head to exchange the last relics of mellowed flare and passion and gaze, crouching on the sofas, huddled over their knees in delight as expounding leads to extrapolating, to flying free. It's all chainlink quizzes guided round the soft handled curves.
Jade ichor is a tipsy sort of phrase
pair of them in facttt[two t's]
A sharp contrast to the didactic matter at hand and eye. Comprehension becoming a massive visage of hopelessness when memorisation is all that is needed to bubble-in a boble pie.
Sure it's still dripping out a bit rusty and rustic, overripe and well past sane. What can I say in a useless daytime bore? I have much more to do that has nothing to do with anything human kind values.

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