in short
As colonel mustard removed his hat from the coat rack, he returned a final smile. You know i never could have known that i wouldn't think of you as the one who might someday believe in himself enough to follow through with gut instinct. I suspect he thought me somewhat of a slacker. It's not that at all really. I stick to aims like a pancake to an un-oiled pan. it's just the temperature i would argue. if the town stayed a lot cooler, and i mean your james brown cool, then, and only then would the mix run. Then it wouldn't seem like a slacker. I would be a somebody - i'd get things done and it would seem that way. I guess in all reality at that point things would bound to get hot gain. You cant be seen doing things. I mean that is exactly what puts the heat on you, man. That is the point isn't it. Your acting in the hot zone. No one stays in the hot zone. Not without getting burnt - or at least singed.
Flicking through the bloodied pages of the lost secret diary jonny feels weak at the knees. He searches out the nearest coach and collapses. Lifting his head to the ceiling there it is. two feet dangling from a a suspended body above him. From-underneath a body doesn't look like a person. It looks like a piece of flesh hung up on meathooks - left out on the rack. In a queue. Cold. Unthinking. Industrial/Commercial?. The reaction was slow, but the realization came - about immediately. This was her secret...this was at the heart of it all. He just didn't know what it meant.
The air is electric. The tops of the trees shiver in anticipation catalyzed by the sporadic wind. Somewhere a dog barks. It's probably far from here but it's all going on. Shocking, toe-tapping, lazy-standing boys seem to be all the rage. Understand what is being said in the magazine articles - they use enough words that can be rearranged to say something far more profound given the right circumstances. White fluffy lines in the sky. Had enough? Take some tea and always prepare it with enough reverently enacted ritual to give it a psychosomatic weight. Go on, it purifies you. Credit card bills create a coherent narrative as well as any diary entry; government security agencies know this and flag interest to show dissident consumption, whereas our social-minded, grass-roots founded creations are always bend from a conception of norm, syntactical systems (IBM, Cray, Sun, etc) compare all to a central core set.