In the shell of the derelict Whalehouse coolies puzzle over paradoxes set by lounge bar lizards with slit me gizzards after throttling and poke me in the eye with starched cravats who feed off one armed bandits parked by signs marked exit
Once beside a time empty handed punters beg favours feign worry spoof anguished monochrome saviour foster righteous outrage really biding time until soft cops came by in drag quelling din & quenching thirsty fires one by one
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The fun had barely begun an ill disposed hermit fell foul of a a fishy dishy only found out to the cost later
She was an alligator at heart who fed off a baked potato he found too hot to fondle
A portrait of a disappointment just for a change
She claimed that when he looked around casual took a bitesize chunk of grumble pie then settled down to face off a blowey night part lit by fazed green candle night …
Green golden sleeves droop willowy hanging limply over sable fable plots of footpads tripping lightly on elastic flagstones
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Sneak thief nimble wily attend the gulley snipe’s consumptive giggles mock echo ghoulish chatter & the splatter dash of infidels dissolves down rancid runnels
Air drains for miasma from hoop lanes where squat arched floribunda sprout from brick grikes and get mistook for feral catnip
Loss leader posies,ark the spot…fistful of sixes, fistful of sevens overspruced suitors don best bib and tucker stride coyly bolt upright
Besmirched by coal juiced sleet just dropping by to pass on a promise of nevermore sorrow & eternal blisses
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Stole furtive kisses contacting sublime lilting learned on all things and everything you honour to neglect
overmuchly.
Meanwhile downtown Hope sprang eternal tin the human beast thanks to electric shock therapy interrupted by an outage
Episode seven: The Rape of the Lick; Five go Apeshit in Dudley Salterton (the only game in town); Deaf Mango Party Pack plays a Humdinger de Luxe al fresco
Carpal tension quelled at last by stirrup pump & gurgling unction Going going gong rang out…Squawky Flitch prevailed over a jug of brine before bringing up the main
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During the crash of two zeros eight we consider eight fugees queuing up outside
Northern Rock in Brixton rescuing a lifetime’s savings.
Rodgered once more by de Cover Up they retreat into Insecure obscurity; battening down hatches; weathering the storm –The one that never stops
Hurricane Hutzpah hits Louisiana; Twisters blister bayou wasteland; how savage are the lakes of Pontchartrain?
Langston takes the wavy air One in the pot One ready to go Read above head full of garbage gust needed to clear the space of missiles
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