Friday, May 11, 2012

Caution: Turkey meat on fire

So the decision to come to terms with a solution that is not vagrant or fragrance reminded Billy of the least penetrable oxidation that a flag bearer could bear while being bare. To unite the left with the octopus is unlikely. To derange the pyramid of the quagmire that is the just, would plague the second born of each person born during the half moon. To have believed otherwise would have been so much of a waste of time that turning back the clock at daylight savings time would accomplish nothing. Putting in a request for a song that no one has ever heard is not the most important thing a person should prevent someone else from not doing. I should know.

If the entire of the preceding paragraph is bereft of rhythm, blame it on the elocutionists passion for destroying meter. If the soliloquy ranges from arthritic elbow grease to caviar approaching putrescence, blame the author. If each sentence in this paragraph begins with the word 'If', pummel the author with callous epithets. If you were to pummel as suggested, be weary of hard, cold and quick vengeance.

Deranged cemetery workers who prefer noon to midnight (for obvious reasons) do not invite tea parties to themselves. Too busy licking their wounds, the eastern most point of Nebraska is filled with insight. Other unrelated points are pointy.

If I only knew the underlying principles of 'added value'.

2 comments:

Zhoen said...

I imagined this post as read by Groucho Marx. Not Karl Marx.

Debstar said...

The Two Ronnies from the BBC would have done a good job of it too.