NormThe muck comes out of the pen
Far be it from me to make distant calls for the censorship of profanity. I’m fucking adamant that bad language is a reflection, in a mud puddle of a muddle of words, of poor character. Foul fingers belong to cocks and their mouths are toothless. Teeth don’t gladly go into a rooster. Have you ever seen a tongue on one? Pimps don’t just give you the bird. You can’t have nothing for free, no way, no how. Bullshitters trade in oxymorons. Foolish bullshit is the propane that fuels the barbeque where intellectual shrimps coming the raw prawn are cooked. Their brains have the mobility of a crab. Fuck me sideways. I’ll give them a bit of stick. The real cancer is the fear of language itself. We create their meanings through their use. Inherent in words is nothingness. I’ll introduce them that try to restrict language to a world of hurt. You’ll beg for a rude word in the end. They’ll experience the weight of a canon’s balls. The full force will make holey their immodest structures. If you don’t wrap your muck in dough and tell me it’s palatable, I won’t shit down your throat and tell you you’re full of it. I’m sick of digesting shit wrapped in a frilly crust because I’m supposed to. Please don’t drop your guts on my path and tell me the roses are beautiful this time of year, and I won’t be such a thorny bull. Prunes are good for you but don’t pare your bush down to roots. Having your head in the clouds is having it up your arse. The land of the living is inhabited by deceased pedestrians. If you see a reddened man in mid-stride, stay put. My pen is mightier than my words. A bull belongs in a pen. The shit has to come out somewhere. Muck and shit: equal.
Nothing needs to be added to this post, but these lines deserve repeating:
David ...
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
shanks for that.
Who really wants a rude word in their ends though.
Shanks again, once more, moor; more.
Norm.
Rugby World Cup 2007
Your pen is wielded like a sword.
and that's no cock and bull story....
Dusk
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
My silliness is an s-word.
But my cockles: warm.
Ether or either.
Norm.