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Thursday, July 23, 2009
The utterance 'g'day' is typically clipped to the measure of how many flies you don't wish to enter your mouth, how many undisclosed sordid secrats lay in the kalgoorlie safe of your mislaid attempts to provide in this hellish land, how many feeble anglophile attempts replicated whole hearted from the mother country have withered in the sun like silk. or simply of how much you can't be stuffed with the sod you are confronted with on your sweaty way, or their friggin' boring tales of nullabor meanderings 30 years ago now. Occasioally it is lent a little merriment mustered from early day yeast spreads, but only sustained long enough to enable both moderatley hasty parties sufficient space to scurry from the broading dust storm, like dry beetles. In such instances it sounds strangely like 'gay'.
Professor Ksect Esq
Posted by insectsurf at 11:43 AM
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
JOCK TOOK IT OUT, RIDING MCDONAUGH DORK FIN 65 LIKE THE ANIMAL ON THE CREST OF A CHOKITO SPIKE. NO TIME TO LOSE. TWO STEPS WILL DO. HOLD. TURN. RUN BACK. PULL IT ROUND BROTHER.
SARA TOO STYLISH TO SCORE.
THE MESSIAH RETURNED TRIUMPHANT STATE YOUNG DUDES CHAMP. PIPPED BY SNEAKY OUTSIDERS. DOING A MIDGET THROUGH THE INSIDE UNNOTICED. 2ND AND A BIT RIPPED OFF, HES 5 YEARS AHEAD OF HIS TIME. THEY WILL CATCH UP.
KENT A PODIUM FINISH. HEADCOCKS OF A BOGUS NATURE. CROWD PLEASER. CURL TEASER. IN TE END A FIZZER. TOO MUCH LAME MIDGET? ONLY TIME WILL TELL. ONLY TIME WILL TELL.
Posted by insectsurf at 2:56 PM