The Price of Pork Bellies & Swimmers to Eggs

It’s precisely because motility is important to the sperm that it listens to futures reports. The price of pork bellies is of paramount importance to fertilization… and the Fibonacci 50!

Sing and dance for Magellanic skies are bearing down on every sperm, and everyone still swimming is despairing of exploding plastic coils — they’re refractory and they’re concupiscent, elegant and resplendent all at once — even the twisty-tailed stragglers are trying.

The potential is righteous with me…

… and you, and a dog named Boo.

A girl like you. A girl named Goo, that thinks and predates the partridges, the pear trees, and the sonic tableaux.

Think of the tree and its allowance — its unfurling spectacular in its singular come-uppance — spectacular and oracular!

Leave the headlands to the Powderheads and the powder to the Jacobites. Once upon a guillotine I saw the news, the graphic elements, the chyron and the pews — and we raged for the angels. We sang: “Kill Your Television Now.”

I am suddenly quiescent (and senescent) and the market has squatted on the pantifiers.

Do crotchless pants catch fire? Try the chaps, they’re in the next section over.

And I got to know, and I got to know, and I got to know…

… which swimmer makes it to the egg.

“I shall always be depressed, but what comforts me is the realization that I can now accept this dark side as the commanding side of my personality. In accepting it, I will make it work for me.”

— Samuel Beckett / Samuel Beckett: A Biography