Thursday, March 20, 2008

JOKERS AND JACK APPLES . . . (Illuminous).

Hey Johnathan, got a fig? Want one, four if you can spare, alright.
Alright . . yeah mate, that's okay by me but first gotta check it out
with my old lady, that's Eve.
I'm doing Mountcasino later. Are you game? And. . . don't forget the
figs, bro - check it out with your vrou (a grin with black eye teeth).
Yeah, that's cool .... Hey man, call me scone!

Stars start to shine. . . .but not all bright like. Its 7 by Green . . . Hey
mate, you can't take your own snacks, in! But slip me those figs. You
hear? You hear me, or what... The dogs got your knock knocks in a
harbour net? Hey?

Next time youse ouens, better wear a suit, okay a tie and lets check
how you look like that. At the one arms . . .Bad news for mate - R500
Slukked in the first 20 mins and like major descent! Poker on a pool
table. Fuck that's novel. I'm cool man, cool. . . . . . but are you, Mr
Croupier and can I shake your claw? Jokes Utah, Jokes.

. . . . . ... Mum would say - The Heathens, The Wicked, The Ignoramus,
The closeted in The Dark . . . . Steal, gamble, prostitute
And other devilish pursuits. . . .. . . Steal, murder, adulterate . . .
The Deadly sins? More like 70 than.....7!
Look at Phyllis, Constance's daughter. She ran off with Johnathan O! ..
Oh! o'Bailey! Bairns involved wasn't they. Lust, pastor Green said -
Lust and carnage, murder . . . Sleet, stone, torment, filth and the
Hung and quartered spoussis? Knock down shame! Isn't it.

I, I Mavis was tempted - by Rathfelder, that's Jones's boy,
He took a shiver up my spine, apples he bought and sweet,
Sweet gluwein. No cheap figs, bah! The Lord does say - Beloved,
When temptation chills your conscience? Flail yourself through
And through! Better to sit on the lip of heaven than to drag
your feet through the lichen clad floor of Satan's village.

Phyllis had her story too. Sorrows and more sorrows. WAS it
worth it, Phyl? No. Just no? Just no, said Phyl, so traumatised
By the event. Jonathan' s mum, also a Mavis, said that yesterday
Felicity, Johnathan's wife, took herself, the 6 bairns and threw
Herself and the lot of them off Crabtree Cliff, Saunders Gorge
Is where theyse all went splat! Phyl said nothing. But her sister,
Hettie said that Phyllis will never ever leave the house again -
Penance.

The politics of Dancing, the Roux, eggs,
Sugar, milk.
Stiches for knife wounds and how do you do?
The semantics of psychotherapy? Yoo Hoo!

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