The time has come for all good men to slap and tickle the wife while holding a chicken by the balls of steel that surround the earth and give weakness to the strength in numbers of a lottery for our disadvantaged children of fate and doom who need a hand up not a handout from the leaders not the losers and the readers not the choosers of our fate and time to get down with James Brown and time to get up with Mickey Schtupp and never chew a pickle with a bit of slap and tickle the ivories of an extinct elephant bone the needle spike tribe ride the snake and make a mess of potage while the sun shines on me and you and daisy too and me and thee and my old brown knee.
Two pink elephants adorn the porn of scorn and when the time comes for the ink of time to wash the laundry of existence then there will be no room for the darkness of iniquity in the washing machine of eternity and those who wallow in the loss of sorrow and the hallow of shallow shall leach the life from those who strive to live and die in a way that is in harmony with nature and life and living and the time is nigh for the tie round the neck of hell to loosen and unleash a bitter slosh of rage onto the timelessness of the unwritten page of time on which each must plough their furrow of burrow.
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I typed the above straight into my word processor without pause, typing continuously and trying not to think, just to keep the stream of words coming. I went back afterwards and fixed typos and spelling mistakes, but didn't change any of the words at all. What you see is the horrific outpouring of about 3 minutes of my mind.
Give it a try - it will only take you a couple of minutes and you might be surprised at what your mind produces. All you have to do is type whatever is formost in your mind, and keep typing without pause, and whatever you do don't edit!
Cheers, Tom.
