A Tragic Picaresque

1. It was unbelievable. It was not that the ideas were flawed or unattractive, but that ideas were not what were needed now. She had had enough of his ideas. He had had enough of defending the functional as the absolute. Humour was a stranger to their shared abode, and they could not sustain the illusions without it.

2. What would happen throughout the course of a day was a felt descent from possibility to frustration to delusion. This would often manifest itself physically as porridge to potatoes to primetime. Insomnia was a habitual effect, the fear of failure. How else would you choose to theorize a lazy feeling?

3. Meat in cold oil in a cold pan. Things grown just to be harvested. Are they objects or tools? When does an object become a tool and vice versa. This issue needs to be publicised. A public enquiry.

4. Lights at night are a sign of life. An intact subject would be an object of affection, whereas an abject object is a subject for dejection, in this world. Would you laugh if I told you these tears were readymade, and rhyme with cares rather than fears? Sometimes perhaps as a hollow feeling is a spur to action, hollow language is a spur to something.

5. Now my friends, pencilled eyebrows are not cosy places for a man to rest. You will always have been nine years old. Thus mushrooms are not a natural taste to savour. There is a meanng to an onion kept under the tongue for years. O in che mondo viviamo!

6. There is instead a lively rest to be had following a story. A man with a three-coloured face expected range from his new legs. But when he ventured out along the corpse-ridden valley, he felt that it was his heart that would not allow him to leave Cho-San. The love he had felt from the atmosphere of utter safety that she had created for him had utterly ensconced him. He was as good as dead to the rebel army.

7. Oh teacher why do you not realise that your theory of modern sentences and their paragraphs, is Ozymandian. You punnet!