Chunken Funkel #4
shuffle out 90 degree angle walking blankly between two straight lines come together jump forward onto a harassed sexually more than mentally play mat who’s turned English in structure & outlook suddenly she has a strong dislike or hostility for me
I shake fear step off some big people their faces cutesy cartoon made by animation walking like ducks I find irritating not funny at all it seems their not trying to be the one or the other get jealous of the skilful animation techniques the animator had used in their production fear & jealously gone
dress up as a fellow of the West Germanic tribes actually feel special in dress up not like a fool at all stall sells dress up clothes has gone back in time 5th century AD horrible stole the clothed settlers in Britain tried to stop them hence some scars to heal in a plain blunt rude way in old English a language plain white Protestant complaining about reek of the clothes I can’t smell reek or smell my reek I know my reek smothers the clothes’ reek just wink he steams with ire turns into an appetiser in an Italian dish
waterless water fountain I’m brushing off clothes stinky units of length on level with 10-10 metre purpose of measuring wavelengths people I wish away they stay about some cruel coarse some behave like they’re special with the best voluntary movement with the best two legs like they’ve been born with the most special sense organs There’s no such person you’re physical needs are tricking you I whisper to them ignore me of course don’t even stop I bleat tearlessly
I’m in the close by extension to the central building quite colourful addition have a conversation with a south European plant with liquorice-flavoured seeds about dates on which an occasion for example an honouring wedding happened summertime 1994 until he has to go to union’s annual conference planned to last one year I remind him need to feed on their paper subscriptions in order to finish his life cycle he nods I know
watching agape a brown hardcover book no title give birth to itself every minute play hearts with a joint connecting a leg & foot I educate him the bit of the leg just above the foot wants to make known to the public proclaim fog announces the birth of tea towels he believes me I keep losing but no I’m not bitter yawn thrice should be considered a skill
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