Glisten. Sparkle. And subside. That’s an insult. I mean an order. Hard to know what way anything means nowadays, just blankity blankin ur way along like a deadbeat Michael Barrymore, legend that he was. There’ll be no strangers found dead in my swimming pool cause all’s I’ve gots is a puddle out the back. Of course lines can be drawn in the muck dirt and elsewhere either as a marker pointer or paw print, simply as a way of expressing one’s self which is what we’re here for after all. Excuse me did I just state a somethink? I may have done, but my eraser has gone out to play and so I must continue. A stale sandwich will suffice when starvink. A starved whale may betray your most earnest sincerities. A couched bloke can cure your cobbler’s creep. And a landmine will filter through, breakin the legs off ye. Onced yeve lost them there’s no goin back. Got to hobble along on a makeshift skateboard, pickin pennies from the people. I’ve a glinch the whoompwerchers won’t find, and it hasn’t been inserted up my you knew who. Anyhose, that’ll do for this evening, haven’t ate all day, gonna have steak an wheaten with maybe a side of beans, though poached eggs have been threatening.

Kutcha!