Sunday, July 24, 2005

A Corkscrew Nightmare

Current mood: Twisty Twirly

A spoonful is for life, not just for a one hit wonder. And they did shoot up and rest back on their hammocks. Colours flew past their heads at great speeds and cause their skulls to vibrate and loosen their eyeballs, which popped from the sockets and swung on the cheeks like the ticking of the clock.

All for it to end with an unsatisfying morning after, mouth of cotton and mind of blank slate, they gulp down pints of water as if life depended on it, which it did. To put on un-ironed shirt and tie speckled white mustard and go to work answering phoned in questions about the state of digital television.

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