Tuesday, 6 March 2007

Were been vicd now! (5/5)

Over the road from it, staring at squat white brick and peculiar harmony of kid, punk, pirate and hippie chics, you could get a little choked up. Not if, like me, you were a bailiff all along, strolling down the High Street remotely detonating a single charge to pop me in a spray of champagne into the upper echelons of paralawenforcement celebritydom and Donna in a homologous effect of blood from the Squacht’s final-stand “pigeon’s nest.” My throat unit is bleeping The Pussycat Dolls’s cover of Dean Martin / Pablo Beltrán Ruiz’s “Sway” as war cry as I manipulate Amy’s head into motes thereof with wrist-mounted thermoplastic polymer scratch-palps. You won’t believe, how strong the day got then.

“It's from Dentyst’s Orgee,” I told what remains. I pocketed Amy’s lower jaw – people in Dental Records departments use lower jaws to establish last names. They cover it all in Basic Training.

3 comments:

Kismet Jones said...

squacht is brilliant. keep sailing.

Kyle Storm said...

yeh it may yet, robobailiffs lost the bit of paper wi the address & consequently accidentally evicted the Fresh & Wild & 32-40 Church Street. see how it goes.

Kismet Jones said...

aye kyle. robocracies usually fail. they should issue pocket kafka volumes to each employee to keep them on the right path ...