[NetBehaviour] Their warmed worn-out squaggly puzzle gust squatting red compass!

James Morris james at jwm-art.net
Fri May 15 00:49:32 CEST 2015

Handsome detriments amongst other things clump together in the night 
like clocks arguing amongst the tents of claggy braided dragon slayers. 
Me and my posse clamber with constant correctness dictating to one 
person chosen at random for a period of thirty seven and a half years 
the importance of relaxation during the act of ghost hunting.

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*/Their warmed worn-out squaggly puzzle gust squatting red compass! /*

*What help is coming when capsules of fingernail trickling down the neck 
of a screwdriver prevent fickle minded temptresses from hiding behind 
curtains of rock and moss? *

Resillience is never helpful if the yelps of tesselation coincide with 
the alignment of teaspoon and teabag while the forthcoming rapture ends 
needlessly before it begun. Yet, when reaching the cliff edge, if you 
can tie up your shoelaces without fear, you might stand a chance in this 

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*Infernal percentages of quality controlled pissant stampedes *

Greatness resides in toiletry bags emptied of their humdrum commodities 
by a calculating entity composed of the thoughts of a populace within 
any given council district.

It is given by ten boulders ordered to collapse into many fragments by 
the stone-throw of a donkey scared of by its own imaginings of a 
helpless pigeon with its wings and feet wrapped in clingfilm on a 
dockyard in the sun.

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*Whitehall develops tetris gulf wrap wrongly and stifles dufflebags *

Quickly non stick freedom grates against the personalization of the 
first thoughts of the day. It happens most days when hopping on one foot 
can lead to hemlines scooping chain gangs along the perimeter of an 
elliptical flower bed.

Whatever candles can say about static electricity is recorded for 
posterity by one ant and one ant alone.

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*Multiplication by ten derelict tower blocks leaves osmosis under seige. *

Rebuilding a blagging boat's corrupt offal rich fondant stimies voters 
at election time drowning in the upcoming sorrowful extinction of honey 
bees. The residue of covert surveillance forms underneath the heel of 
elderly athletes.

Continuing the form, collating images of chickens pecking mint bushes, 
victims of pencil theft voice their concerns about patriarchical atom 

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*Quicken the pulse of resolute wine makers quaffing heated treacle. *

In terms of stopping what can temporarily hinder cucumber sandwich 
making from overtaking political discourse as a popular pass time, what 
they're talking about is in timid terms, yapping like a dog with its leg 
caught in a cat flap.

In other words, you can always find the same old letters scattering your 
thoughts here and there as if by a gust of psychic wind bristling the 
leaves of the mental equivalent of cauliflower plants after harvest near 
the end of the season.


*Don't worry too much that the leaves are falling off the trees when 
Autumn comes, keep your mind on other worries, delicately balanced; your 
thoughts far from the tipping point, so that you may tiptoe among the 
daisies and clouds and green grass and never be chased by the giant of 
your drug-enhanced memories of childhood dreams. *

Exercise your eyelashes. Wash your dashboard. Fold your place matts (if 
they may be folded). Keep in touch with negative space. Hold on tightly 
to words squeezed through fine meshed gauzes held aloft by the 
corpuscles of timely endeavours.

You can't keep kippers in relenting custodial virtuality, not when they 
snap at your empty potato peelings carrier bag. So you shake the quiet 
timing molecule until it rattles faintly between the first and second 
hairs of your left eyebrow, looking upward and feeling as if you should 
be praying to an unknown and probably non-existant god.

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