Words Not Assembled Intelligibly

Dogs

Wasps hungry dead flaps ready squeeze dungeon. Without the it Rangoon. Sad we already his blanket. Vacuum beneath said crab stashes. Red ox cable around six tiring worms. Germs winked and stabbed. Threw bombastic titanic blue rapscallion Rumplemintz dungarees twixt Dunkaroos vast opulence. Language trains and woodchuck lamp stoic placard parapets. Haggard vest twice. Kinky Decker ray fun. Dark wet mushroom skin. Inside but cheeseless as Fresca. Grease scags balding in moths. How scabby a blinking a sturdy melon. Resting Jewish pilgrim salad. Angry jars of killer turnips and. Yodel fix by Sunday the cogs sag twins beat history.

"Say crunch," Gory Jesuits readied fallen pills.

"Bunch farce a great," Requited nipple Baxter malt.

Salsa paper ticked gentrifying gastrointestinal economics.

Bagel sickly washing sardines random sundress itchy bingo. Persons without me Germans and chrome. Shelter ping whip fleece dragons on where mister boat.

Vonnegut chooses bathroom. Innate pecans rash sinners betwixt Halifax. Shelter waltz darling played phone. Scraping Nigeria, twenty paws and bobble.

Crane rake bastard, tulip implosion.

The colour of words

Finches have decided wordly colours take no attempt at finding out.

Red words

Percussive darkness brings lovely light wireless cheeses. Body heads and gods? Lemon clementines make illegal dogfish to find their pig mothers. Broken lightness does not control the garden frames for picture purposes in the green light bog. Bad people live on cloths infused with American gale-force winds. Awfully constructed beams of light intermix with sushi-flavoured blotting paper, in order to ensure hairbrushes take place in the order of what you need. Needlessly I find myself hoping for a dark storm and instead getting coffee prepared with Martian soil. Dole payments bridge the gap between solid keys and wooden furniture broken in a trash pile some 70 years ago. Doric columns make no sense with the eyes of a sapphire-based Jupiter cold man. Assembled and disabled, I simply laugh at your peril.

Orange words

Simply connecting falsely arranged dots from place to place in a calendrical cyclical kind of way does not make sure the cats will come crumbling off the streets when they try to dream. No, Saturn, your nightmare is not over yet. The flowers do bloom, however non-commercial squandering documents take their place among the cow herds. Orange is a strange number. Halfway between seven and eight, and three-quarters between eight and nine... it doesn't bear thinking of, how nothing eventually gets compressed into the back of a snow globe, and then all that's left is the milk in the bottle that conformed to standards set by the International Council for Trading in Non-Existent Space Currencies. But why? Am I dreaming? Is this the planetary equivalent of the psychic loves that apparently bring the galaxy to knees and feet? Knees and feet. A strange combination of the few things that make an eyebrow curl down into the shape of a kiwi's small intestine. This isn't over yet.

Yellow words

It starts to consume me. Is consumption even so lovely as the right wheelchair-oriented business words? Political discourse in the frame of reference that brings markers and pens together for a major exercise in manners and being confused as to the vertical motion of this ladder, this highway into the stars... I take lots of worry, and lots of caution. The telephone was ringing non-stop. I directed them to the simple beaming overhead. Instead 3 levels came toward my street. The first, wooden avenues of pavement despair that hit your car in a flurry of forgotten meteors from 106 million light years away. The second, brought me to steal my opinions from the neighbour child who sits in the garden waiting for the unknown to become known once again. The third is a pig. That's it. Pigs are interesting creatures: they don't criticise. All they need to live and have a peaceful existence is mud. If only we were like them...

Green words

Limeness. It's a kind of feeling you don't even get towards the cycle that brings you to this world. Green heads? A planet? All I see is darkness and light. Together. It's like a prism, refracted through a bicycle and several empty candy tins - a symbol of disappointment the world over. It sort of represents how fear is refracted endlessly by the human brain and takes you along to a situation, sort of a mental Rubicon (not the juice), that leaves you in peril. Read it at your peril. Where such is defined as a drum beating itself. The eardrum? I can't even understand this world, let alone try to make sense of it in Braille... no more procedures, no more democracy. That's a pressed olive.

Blue words

We stand together in solidarity. But really, behind a frame of trickery and lies, we are anything but solid. Need help. Need support. But such necessary evils are seen as weakness to the population. They don't find it visible. They've hidden in an only couch for all these years, they can't judge us on our perceived power, or lack thereof. Bribery brings pride, yet pride is a sin. It could be taken one way or the other. Either way, it only brings trouble. And you know what trouble brings? A shower of half-cooked eggs. Some 500,000 of them, maybe 600,000... it's a vicious cycle really. 'Vicious' because it contains tigers, which got attracted by the idea of making a legal procedure history, and 'cycle' because it involves gas particles. Everything does, really. They're like the unsung heroes of randomness. You've got to take it with you.

Indigo words

I have a lot of pet subject-changers in my house. Alcohol should be illegal for them, as they drink and then they attempt to wear traffic cones on their heads. Like, what? That last 'sentence' (or phrase rather, as it contains no verb, which appears to be the dividing line in this case) can be interpreted in a number of different ways. For instance, it could be taken as a friendly question to a bitter rival of yours. You like what? You like feeding the elephants at the zoo? You feed them rice and potato chips, which are both poisonous to their large bodies. It doesn't even seem to matter, though, as indigo doesn't take you out. It could also be read as a response to the use of hesitation in modern-day conversations, and in particular, the word 'like'. It is predicted that by 2200, the words 'like' and 'sustainable' will be the only two words left in the English language and they will be used to interpret everything. Literally everything.

Violet words

Rainbow words should be illegal. I mean, are they? Or are they not? I've just been writing, and I didn't prescribe a set amount of time. Nor did I proscribe it. I can't do either. Really, I can't. But enough talk about how much I like the word 'vent', (but I really do, as it sort of reminds me of the French verb 'venir' to come) and let's try more talk about the colour violet, which is the reason you can read this today. Emphasis on 'this', not 'you', as violet is not responsible for your existence. Unless your name is Violet of course.

Words Normal

Chunks.

In conclusion

This is a large pile of nonsense, and if you read this entire thing and read my pseudo-existentialist nonsense, then you are a patient person, and I'm crazy. Also, I'm not taking any drugs, unless you count listening to Neu! '75.