The Scorn of Phillips Bay, a pitiful swell from the sea waters that morning. The Sky ran with the blood of a thousand slaves. So as he road a shore the horse appeared a glistening pink (effeminate in connotation), when alas it was truly a noble white (like the whore Appletosh).
His rider, a young man in the rags of a once clean suite. His skin looked as though it had been left unattended in a bath for several weeks. This of course not the least bit shocking, having just ridden in from what appeared to be a long ocean journey. From his appearance it required not, the work of a CSI Sherlock to ascertain that the traveler had come 'long way up from Canadia way' to deliver the boy a message. For where the mans head once sat, amongst a monster mash of crabs, a flag pole had been implanted. At its point flapped unspoiled from its journey, the red white and maple leaf.
In the mouth of the majestic beast (a once proud free roamer of the earth), lodged within a decor diamond incrusted case, a hand written letter. The boy unfurled said note and from atop his small, oddly shaped head I peered down to read:
“The great democracy of minorus governmenos has fallen. The party for which you voted was not successful. With this news we regret to inform you The Stephen Harper Government summons you for military service or to serve a mandatory minimum sentence. - Sign Ottawa"
With the shock of seventeen virgins meeting Bin Laden’s remains (not necessarily for the first time), the boy dropped the letter into the sand. As swift and veracious as the letters almost magical appearance the hungry mash of giant crabs clapped and snatched it up, carrying it off back into the sea. The horse and its companion, as if driven by a force unknown, now lay a heap of bone and mush regurgitated by the sea.
The Bones and Mush, with Cloth: Part 2
With emotions overwhelmed, I hand my pen over, the boy will write.
“For Many of you reading this, it is possibly to late. Teacozy had assured me 'we had more time'. Sadly, since this message took so long to arrive via horses mouth, many of you are certainly now serving mandatory minimum sentences for simple possession. By this time we are fully entrenched in an endless war against the citizens of Afghanistan for the crude underground and pipes rolling over the hills in which they live. Surely all same sex marriage licenses have been burned and the DEA plus American MP have been welcomed in, to support the fascist regime leading our country over cliffs edge.
Fear not, for I shall not give myself over to the Worlds Biggest Douche now running our country and will remain at large until freedom is reborn. - sign Yours truly, Thomas"
For now we hide out at -39.97 by 144.69, fugitives of the WBD’s most wanted.
So for now Teacozy out!
FREE MARC EMERY - One year unjustly locked away
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