some clever tosser clogs well they insist that that there nothing don't exist a bit like the tea towel drawer monster which apparently is dust & trapped air but a quick thought i think they should spare for those folk who play musical chairs with never any music or vaguely tonal humming & never any fucking chairs there wankers ...
everyday's a mystery that's why it all begins with a yawn as floaty fragments of recent dreams tickle the conscious thing into the morn everyday's a mystery as sure as that pan can play pipes or the w.i dance on the edge of a knife bewilderment is the fountain of life ...
i've lost half of my ludo set & i don't know what to do ( ? ) i've lost half of my ludo set & i'm shit at playing lu ... ( author nodes; there's got to be a parallel dimension where this is actual poetry ... so there ... )
if everyone caught the bus there'd definitely be less fuss there'd be less traffic of an afternoon or morn packed in like pilchards fucking swearing - honking horns if everyone caught the bus & not just strange people like us Mother Earth would be cleaner & greener all luscious but we'd need more bus routes & a shit load more buses ...
barns can't dance or even vaguely prance most fidgety folk don't have ants in their pants or barns in their pants or ants in their barn ...
the kids nowadays are drinkin' binge i read then tutted in the paper such a terrible thing we didn't have this binge drink when i were a lad & it seems completely evil so beware the binge - binge bad ...
mildly unamused libran tree surgeons frenetic phrenologists diabetic numerologists liquid petroleum gasp enthusiasts mesolithic mendicants all creatures great & sentient including honey badgers & the wise bees of finland visigoth staticians then theurgic court magicians plus the inventor of the bidet & the venerable lamashtu - grab a pew ... ( auth' node' reworking of something older p.s i made the wise bees of finland up, i think the rest are all real ... )
campanology? now that rings a bell ...
when stuart discovered he was a hologram-stuart he felt a strange sense of relief 'this will explain why i always look the same, never get hungry or feel the need for sleep' when stuart discovered he was a hologram-stuart he felt a strange sense of pride as 'not everyone's a conscious light-based entity but what have they done with the human me & why' ( ? ) ...
there was an old lady with an oddly shaped face some say she came from cannock chase that bit's up for debate some say she came from eastern thrace mongolia - estonia or maybe outer-space but she was definitely old ... ( author nodes; limericks are a wanker to write i tried ... )
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