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Steal this workout

Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 31 December, 2008 - 06:00:00 - print it raw

Stocktake sales, after Christmas purges, or just any other day is the perfect time to trim lard off the gut barge while adding a little to the wardrobe or even the living room set. Some people steal for necessity. Others for nefarious means of employment. Few see the opportunity to smother two flightless birds with one new suede jacket now 100% off and looking trim.

Worthwhile places of retail interests - where merchandise and items for sale exist to scorch holes in the hip pocket - provide nagging disincentives to steal, shoplift or otherwise make off with goods outside the normal exchange of legal tender. In a world of capitalistic pig dogs gnawing at industry and commerce, it's the essence and reminder of living the life of a model citizen. Of hoi polloi beyond the uniforms of sameness hounding the peons of communism.

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Eights here, eights there, eight's nearly everywhere

Ethan Switch - Friday, 8 August, 2008 - 13:23:28 - print it raw

Hold an eighth and pause a pace of pieces for the year, month and day of today. 8 August 2008. Gregorian mind.

Heil 88, in many halls and rare lottery balls, two fat ladies along the wall waiting for it all to jackpot a bingo with money to fall.

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Fingernails are pretty sinking deep into the neck

Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 9 January, 2008 - 21:57:57 - print it raw

Round and round the neck they go.

Sinking deep the fingers sow.

Over and up and through the skin.

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On the ground she comes back down

Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 12 December, 2007 - 23:43:02 - print it raw

Leaving intentions behind, she grasps at the short straws. Fist full of grass and hers is handed right back. Never mind there being no long straws. That's all academic with a twist of lemon sprinkled with a salty edge. Lines cut sweet tension in the hairline slits that appear open on the cracking corners of mouths and upper arms. Rub it in for good measure, it's all about the application really.

Life fills itself with hairy armpits and furry throats on the mornings before the nights after. Taking one strand of chance is a choice of the blind. Flying down south for the winter she picks up a towel to wrap around her left leg. Falls better that way. Easier to tumble into the roll. Saves bones breaking really. Travel insurance doesn't exist here. And towels are what remain from the pelt of others in the camp.

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Running a breeze that's long winded

Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 5 December, 2007 - 22:42:32 - print it raw

Sweat plies a lucid transcript of evaporation on the neck. Grime carving a niche underneath the fingernails as the pressure of life gets the better of two halves. One for the west, one for the south. Both in dire need of winning the fight over the last can of water. Where that can lies, however, remains to be seen.

Much like the rock. Tight in the palm; fast on the down swing. Burden of slight fright on the first might, each successive connect for the thirst. For the thirst on each second third. Smooth to a point for the wild and hairy gushing of raw emotion. Water and food made fodder if wooed.

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Tripping at the gates, wasting all away

Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 8 August, 2007 - 18:51:46 - print it raw

Clumps of sand in the mouth taste bad when the hand scoops up from the dirt underfoot. Veritable switch and change leaves a poor and sour feeling on the tongue. As dry and as arid as the back of the hands. All too swollen from swatting flies from the backsides of others.

People get ready, there's a refrain a coming and they ask for no tickets. Too much paper work.

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