the snail pondered the notion before sitting down upon the rock
"irrelevant to this conversation" said the snail proudly at last
"well just suppose that we juxtapose the crusted toes with funk and soul how far than do you think wed go?"
the snail smiled for the right amount of time before a whale ate the snail and the rabbit that inhabited the mouth before jumped out the door when the snail came in on a sudden whim, the whale grinned, its fate was grim it hit the rim of an ocean liner a converted diner surprised by finer lengths of wire that wired the world that hired the hurled rejects of the spur of the moment the backwash came back is when we attack we crack their backs until they snap and than we snack on souls of soldiers soles of sold your boots back into the market and hark! it came back upon us the glistening of the morning the listening of the mourning the christening of the storming the sound of the drops that pop on top of bars and cops but far more stop to check the clock so they are late delayed by hate and motivate to grate the eight last layers of salvation before the dalmatian takes over the nation and oh the jubilations that judo could hasten and movements of pieces that come out of the board and into the sword and grasp us by the hilt and shake till they tilt the stone that held the blade the immortal blade that cut the blade of grass with crass so fast that lassie laughed and chaffed her face in the penitentiary and deep down inside the well that she pushed jimmy into the water cried with glee because it had a friend who wanted to play so the water hugged jimmy and it hugged him tighter and tighter and it gripped him and it could feel him hugging back because he was excited and he reached all over the water and he tried to grab it all with his hands and they moved back and forth and up and down and he screamed with delight and blew bubbles and and and and there were no more bubbles why were there no more bubbles! why! screamed the water! why cant i play with you anymore! and so it put jimmy back into his case of treasures with all the other ones who no longer wanted to play anymore, why didnt anyone want to play anymore noone ever wants to play so they could play all day no matter what you pay just hope you pray for your prey because the hunter is the hunger and the hunger strikes us all unless we boycot the boys tots toy bots row cots cats fats rats gnats tracks cracks jacks tacks tax fax relax frankie relax
JANUARY THIRTY ONE TWO-THOUSAND-EIGHT
