Ruing the roost
Bad eggs are best discarded when it is immediately apparent that their contents have matured. Mature contents should be put in the big red bin. If you won’t do it, rest assured someone else will do it for you. The mature contents of some hard-cases will just get up and walk away from the whole thing. It’s sour grapes fermenting that make for wine. Keep that up and you’ll be in a cask. You can be rich in rank but you might always be poor in thanks. Some things just smell rank, like rank, for one thing. In general I'm a private person, but when I start to barrack, I can be a real mess. It's not my intent. It's prudent to chuck out bad eggs and get a few more laid. If you can't stand the mature contents of those that have been laid, then perhaps you should get the rooster out of your mouth. You can't send me off to some high-flying fly-blown institution and coop me up and have some corpse tell me about the nature of worded compositions. I'll sit on your head as you sleep and start cock-a-doodle-doing in your ear. My cock is a doodle. And don't start doodling again and naming it hard-bolied; you're half-baked. Don't think about genitals. Some old farts just cruise around in their chairs on wheels looking for things to disapprove of. I aim to please. They’re deeply fucked. I'd look pretty sour too if I was sucking on eggs. Sour grapes and bad eggs: opposite.













I hope all of the aborted chickens up John Howard's buttocks turn into chickens when he flatulates from his mouth at a press-conference, are sold offshore, then imported back into this lucky country and sold as KFCs PM special meal deal packages ...
David ..
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
my feelings today:
Later on shall it be.
Norm...a bit prickly...