Lakey TEASDALE
DEEP FORENSIC EXCUSES
Fences become notices, a form of forensic excuses, couched in the editor's usual give me Librium or give me Meth publication, rich daddy style (larger is not necessarily better), on the verge of divorce.
Celebrity culture bares its architecture in the U S of A.
Only fixation stands between you, peace and quiet.
Sad cyber voyeurs, rubberneck the modern event, click harder,
hit the significantly historical ceiling beams, spark discourse.
Unrivalled opportunity for pioneering biographical research, recruits watchdog
clash catapulted into a market. Nuisance escalated over a number of months,
giant American frog plague under cover of azure skies.
The plot sucks, isn't worth taking a book.
HOWLING WOLF IS DEAD. LONG LIVE HOWLING WOLF.
Gilded wood panelling, an amazing organ. Early brass instruments, strong style,
lifts the texts right off the page, eleven times champion going into ten furlong straight. Splendid connections
without any instructions whatsoever.
Persian Punch__also ran__Tanta Rose and Archduke Ferdinand.
Sun bird in the second position, pipped to the post by landing light, with our without you, going good to firm, close
to your heart__drones__drily hilarious. Rehearsals are fucking awful. Really primitive meets post analysis.
One emerges from the cocoon red eyed and delirious.
SACRED PIECES
Various sacred pieces, great music too. Lushly erotic, close to unacceptable in mixed company, all genders
included. Didn't inform an approach, influenced all the same. Meticulous prototypes, in vespers keeping. Terribly
moved by vocal line breaking down with impact.
LIME JUICE, PALM SUGAR
Covert seduction of slipknots, irregular brains
Wind lash,
French rooms,
Sea spray.
Physalis,
lime juice,
palm sugar.
Nice spice, soft tannins, decent slug of oak.
Challenges concept of beauty, descends into work.
Sandals in the bin, on the way to beautification,
follow the fortune of greyhound, Xamax Na Tally,
otherwise Woody. Time watches Disraeli.
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