...those damn COCKNEY SEAGULLS!!!
...their... like winged creatures of the night! made of boils and puss and banshee ticketing agents who have no future in the ebbing depths of the corporate whirlpool..
... and they reside inside your pillow, the bridge between the real world and your dreams, at night they crawl inside your duodenum and "paranizes" your brain for eons, as you watch their painted fingernails grow behind your eyelids...
... they bore in to your eye, the window to your soul! and secrete a montage of gases between your retina and your iris
...these damned seagulls are the creature fore told that taints your soul.. NEIGH! your very existence, with an aquamarine haze of dewdrops and phlegm, with the oozing remnants of your being slumping to the floor and ravaged upon by these so called carrion devouring has-beens of the "empyrean regions" who's wings were clipped and epithet labels torn upon those crimson brown rags...
...a banshee of a pretentious COCKNEY!!!
i have left this as a warning to you all, please do believe the slow, sorry deterioration of this specie tho harmful as it may be... the seagull is slowly withering in strength,power,respectability, loosing its hope and dreams and slowly vanishing from our world and shall be forgotten like a speckle of bread crumbs eaten by the very cockroaches they have loathe in their lifetime, masticated and excreted like excrement of cockroaches... dreaded as they may be...
the ever elusive cockney seagull...beware thou its cunning...
artist rendition of the cockney seagull's first deterioration, has not been seen in actuality but once thought to be sighted though turned out it was a rotten tuna casserole. a common mistake for they both share a similar scent and repulsive nature...
an amateur photo, the cockney seagull caught once hiding behind a blue wall in italy trying to blend in its over powering shades of yellow and covering up its gaseous body emanation of fungus and fungi with 3 bottles of perfume. studies on this menace has been arguably decided upon, that... it has lost all account of a mind of its own. rather it siphons up the memories of dogs that are in heat...
and the total deterioration of all hopes and dreams where in the once feared and ferocious banshee turns in to a mindless slave of the society... its dreams and aspirations are but a memory that flashes in its epididymis. once every 11 months... sadly enough its life wont last more than 10 months, 3 weeks, 6 days and 23 hours... and its brain can no longer distinguish the memory of what it had hoped to be...
