Hoap Spaash

The foot goes where it is not wanted and the Loko bear sticker on the back of the ISUZU catches the eye. The hot tar globlets from the street paver get caught up in the leg hairs and the knees suddenly look chalky. It is all of a sudden late on a tuesday which seemed so like a sunday early on. And the goatee man with the belly and sandals is skipping along the beachside and laughing about the fact that no body got hurt in that whole incident. Whilst the insects drone on and on about nothing and the stomach makes a pitiful sound. There will be no food for you, for a worker earns his keep and thou hast done nothing. And the master of the worker has nothing to show for his time, either. So he, too will go out of time, and because he didn't earn his keep, the end is near. Who says a frisbee can't be a helmet? Well, we tried it out and now there is a causalty. But a funny one in the time of the bulldog. Goodbye, greasy pizza, goodbye orange carpet, goodbye other things that burn in the driveway. Goodbye.