Riding on a dolphin's back. How in the bejabus did he know about it? Was
there a branch of 'aqua-world' in Shoreditch in 1575? How did he know about the
inner life of a fairy commune? About the culpability of the indoctrinated, the
ambiguous tenets of victimhood, the intricate mural of vexation, the canon of
apostasy, the volcanic firmamentation of cathexis, the vituperative
amelioration of compunction, the querulous measure of didactic androgyny, the
insuperable ravages of gin and lime? How did he know about womanity? How did he
know about the plasticity of space? How did he know about political inanity,
the concourse of heraldic intricacy, litigious mendacity, meta-philological
quirks and the resolution of complex natters? Huh? How did he know that though?
How did he write songs and poems, and sonnets and verses? How did he right
wrongs, end loneliness, be honest, give curses!!? How though? I've got
toothache in my stomach and an open war of ulcers with square bashing it! Bring
me the head of John the divine, throw it to the vultures, stay away from me,
stay away whilst I pine and dissolve into resolution, whilst I resolve into
dissolution, whilst I devolve into revolution. Skwark, slimpf, wuzzle. (In a
quiet raspy voice) "Conjecture corner will be back next Tuesday evening to
take another "moment of time, moment of time" with our continuing
series of 'completely banal enquiries into the problems of being.' please tune
in to the home service on 555 medium wave at this exact same time next week for
more of the same inconsequential conjecture."
Goodnight.
14/02/18
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