A company's primed eyes ----------------------- (with posed intuition) A company's primed eyes leads to all avenues, closed soft metal, illustrious straight edged revenue, lapses of colour splashed forth from two doors down, their shed. cromwell, whoever the hell he was. ignore savants who save ants, and those who rant in just their torn underwear, about file sharing, and whoever the hell he was. a company, their clock face, invested in relishing the future with no respect for employees or for their easel, splashed with paint, regarding the water butt, buffed with shoe shine, by those vacumming the spline of under employed mental arithmatic, the work of real men and women, is to scorn children, guardianship withering to dried up bunion roots. yes i am pleased with my new hat, it comes with an oversized pinch bearing, a radish-topped torpedo, neglected file sharing, torpedo file shelling, stoning, torpedo stones the crowds, to the sound of seven pounds of crow flesh being stung by nettles before a band of mincing ferrets playing drinking games while listening to some form of music unidentified by moist chocolate brownie cake. numbers numbers numbers, flowing into my mouth like stencils of the apocalypse, [delete]rant by numbers in the bustier of bruce[/delete] come the summer, heads up displays splay huddled field mice to the goads drunken football fans, stuttering like the glitched algorithms of new-age hipster-racists. new age dumpster glaciers cool the fellowship of religious mallard ducks operating clandestinely out in the marshes amongst the early morning mist and sun, which, in due course, the memory becomes coarse and calloused in meaning, and the triangulation of tranquility tipple-topples tiredly tending toward tatters and smatterings of smushy gush, with posed intuitions of nightly builds.
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01:37 Friday 23 May 2014
11:34 Tuesday 6 May 2014
recent issues discussed at the 53rd annual torpid tin solarium symposium - 2014, include, but are not limited to: * the omnipotence of flatulence across the planetary crust * the degrading aspect of linguistics on the future of metamorphosis * the eloquence of daisy-field elastomer theory * the imagination of rock salt * the concurrency of the quintessential elements of rubber necking on the autobahn at speeds exceeding 75kph * ten things tantamount to torture tested in theory, today and yesterday * reason and enlightement as a testbed for defense against gladioli attack in ten million years time * all sorts of other zany stuff please contact the TTSS chairman* if you require any further information or a seat at next years torpid tin solarium symposium. if you would like to be a speaker please also contact the TTSS chairman explaining why - in no less than ten billion characters - yesterday comes before today. * please note that the TTSS chairman is non-contactable as he (or she) does not exist. the torpid tin solarium symposium does exist as an imaginary concept within a Chihuahua roaming Broadway having been abandonded by Bette Midler several days ago. The Chihuahua's name is "Revenue" and it is seriously suggested to contact "Revenue"** if you would seriously like a seat or to speak at the torpid tin solarium symposium next year (or yesterday, or several days ago). ** Please note you will need a telepathic connection with dogs, with, in particular, a specialism in the kinnetic flip-flop tracts of the Chihuahua thought process, if indeed you would like to sit*** or speak at the TTSS. *** Please note none of this is real.