Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Complex Equations


Goats are exploding across the universe of my dreams. There are underpants in the night.

Will you ever?

Could you ever?

Now there are farmyard animals doing complex equations in the classroom of your nightmares. How else could we calibrate the exchange rate policy of our darkest most secret desires? But, still, we have the photographs now.


There are helicopters here and you are naked again. But, at least this time I have remembered the gravy.

Toast - that is the word we must never mention…. Oh, bugger.

The clock ticks as we stare across the seas, waiting for the brown things to turn green once again. Here, hold my marshmallow until the itch subsides.

One day we will be able to return to the land of our breakfast cereals.

"Did you ever?"


"Are you sure?"


"Ah.". Therefore I have no choice but to pronounce you guilty."

"It's a fair cop."

And everyone lived happily ever after. Except the peasants of course. But no-one really cared about them, so it didn't matter very much. After a few year though (hardly, 'ever after' - but what is these days?) they got fed up with each other and started to look around again.

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