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Everything seems very quiet this morning, the sky is clear and blue and last night I dreamt I bought a cat.
This wouldn't be that strange for most people except I'm allergic to cats and generally speaking they bug the hell out of me.
Also the cat, I vaguely remember, had the consistency of a sea cucumber with the hairiness of a cat.
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Juxtapose mindstorm from slivers of moments

Seems to me we spend half our time trying to figure out what we are and the other half ignoring the lessons we're trying to teach ourselves.

I don't know, it seems to me if they ain't got you one way they got you another. So whats the answer, thats what I keep asking myself, whats it all about - know what I mean?


You're as old as you want to be, I could have sworn that track was 80's too, dear me. It's all a blur... it wasn't like that when I were a lad, no it was like that when I got here, honest guv. No change on the ride, no returns on the bottles. Express a blank, try and coax it out, c'mon here boy, here's a little biscuit, want a biscuit? A nice biccie for the blank, c'mon, jump, jump. Everybody jump jump, everybody see the way the candle flows down the old alley from the church to the stairs over the old canal where the ducks bob like floating world war two mines, spikes in their feathers. They can leave a nasty cut, train coming. Time to log on. Log off, call in call out call for the crack. Dial emergency services, they deliver promptly. The trains never let me down, I tied them up with bailing string and crawled under fences and was lucky to have a ditch. Aye, we had our own special ditch, it gave us a fantastic field of fire over the field that couldn't be fired, next to the one that was. It was all covered in snow as far as you can see and the ditch was waiting. Waiting to swallow you up and suck you into the trap. Right there with it's accomplice the lead shot goosebury. Mind the salad sandwich, it's a killer. A wop bop a lop bob a whop bam boo.

Of all the things I had I'll miss my mind the most, I won'#t mind missing it because the mind is in the memories which are already fading away like toast being poked into the fire grate. Foom. There goes another one. Toast the toast. It was a good year that slice, the '83, it came and went like all bread should, on the end of a fork in front of a roaring fire. All this mechanics and the simplistics are the luxuries. It didn't take a genius to work out the themodynamics of it all, just a slide rule and a cherry tree half covered in past papers coloured from the last crayons on the washing line. Hanging there with the chickens underneath. They never wash their feathers you know, they call in Kwik-Save instead and get a bulk deal on the wholesale packets that the subscribers call for their furnature deals. Not without a jelly tot I might add, a random callsign over the taxi drive. Banter with an apple that rolls juiceless down the highway from the stars. Aliens gave us the fruit and now they want the pips back.

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With the sad departure of Gypsy Rose David a gap has been placed in societies need.
Hence, bring to me your problems, your issues and woes and I, Doctor Penguin, (Bsc Hons Gib Eri Shh) in the spirit of quasi plagiarism shall propose a bizarre cause and solution to your situation.

So there.

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Happy birthday to kochanski !