neither arse nor breakfast time

Kids n Chips.

painting the children's bedrooms
was easy but ebay was difficult
i don't work in view of any minors,
mainstreamers or steiners, I am not
inclined to work with any other designers

£50 an hour all paints and brushes provided
together we stand, forever divided.....
winnie the poo, tigger piglet and roo,
there is no animal I cannot do
Will not work in sight or sound of soiled nappies....

The End

(I also accept cash, cheque, bankers' order Pay pal or credit cards)

and in the rain and the esparanto from monsanto plays a crystalised spanish dance
and then the country middle aged duke with the stepney side burned chest hair blings
at me. its christmas day and the only goblins not at your throat are seeding with age.
thats the advice we all need when learning to live with irregular beats and gulps of
love too big to be bitten off and never mind chewed. Like the Warred and Charred and Jude.
better out than in. Thats what the man said and before all this, you did listen to what the man said...

Chips.

Greedy O'grady, didactically shady, a leading lady like his mum was on payday. O greedy, oh Grady, you want to invade the world, if she'd stayed where she was she'd be a farmer cos greedy o'grady couldn't feed the unpaid they knew ehe'd had her chips. Curled.

Discombobulatedly Reductionist Seek One Eye

Avian Democratics

O my carcass of woah
My little lemony fishbon
Nantucket
O my comedy of dawson and knobs
Set right and sea grave
Timed lint and tinned gargling
I at you a whittled cricketer
And you melt cheese....

If all this weren't all,
I should be disapountrd.
Vote.

The End.

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sinus please

Bloody thing. The heart. People say 'listen to it' and I have. What it is saying is not translatable. It is a foul mouthed, ill-tempered, erratic and erupting teenager. It is over keen, ill timed and inexplicably exhausted from doing nothing but sleeping. It is at it's most confusing in the early to mid morning, when it is either rumbling at the unexpected effort of being awakened or struggling to cope with the excitement of a new day. I suspect it is also angry with me for having kept it quiet and at bay for so long and yet, for not allowing it to rest or sleep properly. I owe this heart an apology....:

Heart, I am sorry,

With Love from your owner and with a burning desire (which I also apologise for) to do better.

Yours truly,