Only taut nerves stop the cravings so I recommended
a fright diet. As she was due a Dust Transplant
she was unsure if she should. The chef arrived
with chessboard trousers asking 'some prawns'?
The choice was between the world's most popular
wheat beer or a groovy bottle. It's like the grey
hounds this : back the one that dumps. The favourite
is on the road living off yoghurts & chinese takeaways.
Shit use of language she said, just shit. Every four
years - half a mainframe cellular shakeup -
we attach what flutters through our thumbs to the All
Day Offers : we pick up the papers before breakfast
and collect the supplements at last orders