TRUCE

I figured that this is only the way to deliver the camouflage, secrecy and openness both veered off course a long time ago, leaving a bitter taste in everyone's mouths. At present, the villains of literature have made a rendezvous with a constellation of Michelin stars and WILL complain about the sauerkraut. So you drank a bottle of Niquil and felt a bit dizzy? See through the bright lights and put your Glock back beneath your belt. Tell me why you made these creatures out of felt.
How far is as far as I know? Distance keeps stretching past the barricades and budgerigars of space and faceless comedians. (who shaln't remain nameless) Time will tell you that you didn't put enough money in the parking meter. The next thing you know you're on eBay ordering saltpeter. Life is like a midget, too short to ride the rollercoaster. I say this while I eye up your four slice toaster. I'm a hungry man, and two slices just doesn't cut it.

Your face is at the end of my verbal katana, tragedy as I slip on a discarded banana.
why did you put balloons over both of your fists and beat up Bobby Brown?
to circumvent the social superstructures that built up since you moved out of town.
the vote is unanimous, animate and rolling down the road. Too bad, you didn't put the handbrake on. Lyrical failures deflating into hyperspace, get on the linguaphone and learn another language.
here we go again flexing text on the xerox, yuppies pumping their fists in time with the drabness. We're having a rave in the penthouse of Canary Wharf, then flying out to Dusseldorf away from the ensuing law forces. I see them ride in their flashing fiberglass horses.

Anyway, As I said, at the end of the day, after all is said and done, in conclusion, finally, my point is that, what i have to say is, theoretically the solution is,












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