hiatus or mind marination?

whilst kennef tang flourishes in the new world captain lignoinds extended hibernation has perturbed even the mystical bath time beasts
 who have hit the bottle in dispair, but relax retract your lasers and put down your razors as the resurrection is now

chicken de niro (roberts brother)

taking full advantage of the partial eclipse i fled the unfriendly asbestos skies just as the mermaids scales where tipped in favour of the unassuming.

wet denim cheese cake and the dugons- psalm 12

the bookies show no interest in my boomerang of cautiousness as the stiff breeze chuckles behind its low pressure system fortress as all bets are off but somewhere in the wet tarmac scented tunnels of oblivion a creature stirs in anticipation of becoming the captains apprentice,
the world shudders at the possibility,
the awakening of lignoid jr awaits.........

the elf of propinquity

twirling in the soupy sludge at the pit of the ceramic stage,
this tiny divine fellow was spared, as he spelled out my future with a perfect synchronized barrage of back flips not only bringing to my attention his whereabouts but providing an insight into the great cornflake revolution in sector 9

moonwalking on the gift wrapped clouds of never never

we cant dance with no strings attached, the poultry kites are somewhat forbidden, yet so elegant in there own frequency , so as i drink from the rolling pin of naan, i spare a thought for everyones favourite life size action figure as he moonwalks to the flipside....

where for out thou

well people its been awhile, life in the lab takes its toll but less subtle than a new bridges booth, it creeps up like an anoying neighbour and before you know it another year has passed and all you have to show for it is the grass clipping stains on your old boots, so its time to get lively once more leave the lab and explore.....

weimarener communist party leader

winding down windows and vigilant times.....

two species uniting for one cause, the blue stork and red squirrel rejoiced as there was no need for vigilence we had left the paranoid scare tactics back on the sandwich boards and we where now free the chicken wings where out and there was only one thing left to do......jog on the spot