robinbloke | (no subject)

I had a brief flashback to the moments where I could freetext, mostly inspired by a mood brought on by the Fuzzy Lumpkins song from the Powerpuff girls CD. This is what it produced...

Blink and you miss it. The new generation of the cross compiled unique self. Nailed up on a wall of turquoise that melts in your mind, not in your hand. I know you've heard it, whispering in the side streets when you walk by. It sold you insurance, it came into your home and asked for a cup of tea, but then it spilt all that cheese on the carpet. And even the rayban advert wouldn't move it. Now what can you do, move the sofa so that the feng shui will interfer with the cheese stain and bad karma it out? Poke it with a revolving door and cross spin it out of the window? Who knows where it'll go next, the tour starts next weekend and everyone's invited; except that old man next door, but then he ate his tickets for the extra fiber. Tasty on the outside and load bearing on the inside.

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