THE CJ CURRY EXPERIENCE #173
"I told you that I was ill."
...deciding to bet half my sanity against the red door of courage which lifted my spirits of the farcical snackbox which just got replenished with mops and ligatures that don't even make sense in context of greenness, aeroplanes, lift me up beyond the clouds to break my mnemonic, the colours red and brown, and foresight, because white blood cells make lights and musics beyond thoracic goodness and cheeseballs of semi-doom, generating a pain sequence rivalled only by the hawk's eye and the tie-dyed rainy mood gasping for water underneath pobblebonks' lairs and roasted fruitbats, thereby creating mystic opportunities and gyrations, long live my cricket bat, and actual misery incoming decides to have at the carpet of James Bond's plaza, with speakers blaring pasta and videos of naked mole rats clutching screwdrivers used to tread water, albeit shallow, towards cars and cars and cars of caravans and the pencils of hope and diamonds, painted blackest of black and toned down by the public safety officers' truth or falsity value which lies somewhere between the two semimajor axes of ellipsoids and the letter from the grieving pair of headphones with a tad bit of paste right where the sun shines pink and doesn't stop to think that owls have ears, or maybe the floppy keyboard just wanted to chat and read up on chess in the 1980s and the crappy bandwidth that one gets these days on elephants, ballpoint pen caps see reason, sour tastes and a moan from Trentemøller saying "caramel, caramel" when the time deserves it and re-reads the brochure from a company dealing exclusively in CGI USB sticks, corn chips and bite-sized latitude where tawny frogmouths read James Joyce and James Dean and Jamie Oliver for fun and pleasure, not profit, like clowns in the Vatican are likely to do, but when it comes to crunch time yachting can be a harrowing experience, much like retinal blur and dogtags that read "hello world" or just "there", never mind that he is staring, and forget about Hawaii for now because that Noodle Incident proclaimed that you're a fool and fog machines created the universe...
the ghosts are the clouds,
the triangles are squares,
and twin clocks do not always agree.
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