Wednesday, 20 January 2010

slick

mms1

you don’t get the matrix explained. On the contrary. You have to see it for yourself. I want YOU WILL. Forgive my outbursts. All is not as it seems. But at the same time everything is clear. Espionage is child’s play. But simple spying is cauldron of fear. Fear is inevitable. Safety is paramount. It is this I want YOU to be clear about. Danger is a close friend in a lake of uncertainty. Cross the lake with care. But if you want to be safe Jake (oh sorry did you think the Branch forgets something like a HOSTILE identity?) you’re far from a perfect delivery. Tread softly because you risk getting sore feet. And anger is not a bed of roses. It is a gown of failure. Everything is beautiful. His voice still sings like an eagle. Now stop all commications. My voice get weary with each axe blow. I’m at the air port now. I need fresh water. Tell your saucy maid to stop showing her panties. But her makeup is appropriate. She went into the woods for an hour to gather moss. She squeezed the purest water through it and I compliment your people for her sultry gaze as she knelt slowly with her sexy smile. I was most refreshed. I thanked her before she left and she said I was welcome. She had on a black short skirt. I could have stared for hours if I had forgotten my duties. Knife Karamazov. Fire. I am boarding the plane sooner than planned. I have sent a young girl called Beth to your wife.

mms2

Thank you for my time with Lucy (she told me her name). I still can’t talk openly. Send me the detonator. I will do the rest with my stringy thighs. I will call out the code word. The reply will be the cake is baking. What is the water temperature in Finland? When we fire I’ll be quick. The knife will be passed over to Helen with the D size. She’s more capable than I in the bathroom. In close proximity if you get my drift. Tell control I got the joke. But life in the game is laborious. I nearly hop skipped and jumped before I released my strap last week. Ha ha ha. When the smoke hits the shit I’ll tell Matthew the attendant I respect his hair do but this is not the eighties. Then I’ll bail into the drink. I carved paddles out of a single piece of timber. Professor Gordon Hillman is going to be at the raft. He will give me the info on calorific staples. Paleobotany shit. Lucy will be there to keep the fluids up.

I expect it to be a cool dry evening. Cold but dry. Perhaps Lucy will be wearing her skimpy outfit. If we were married I’d treat her well. But I wouldn’t let her off lightly if she disregarded the environment. We talked about it. Neither would Gordon. We both agreed that hair dressers are sultry. Pretty things. Ooh. Hairdressers. But no sex! It spoils things. I like the foreplay. Oral can wait. I want to see those sexy thighs, hips, and tits. Horny receptionists are hot. Ready the parachute. Use LED not Halogen. Buy Lowe Alpine. Berghaus. Good kit. The best kit. The kit with the best rep. Show me Ray Mears’ Army surplus shit. Nice to have proper survival gear!

The stars gaze. Lucy likes the air. Yes. Let’s call it a day. See you for boar at camp for breakfast. The air is fresh as the sun bathes the forest. Let’s survive. We’re going birdwatching this afternoon beside the lakes so f*** the CIA.

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