Cascading It Down To Teamzero

So on she floated on gears of again
Spirit Guiding upside-down her dream-catchers lobbing asteroids..
..and our senior manager has just been promoted to HR..

We perked up blank on that

Our corrective milling scrum in unibrow raising zing-nills UberMind
Cute and in tempo and Ego neo-spiritualized

HimalayanWe-aura ascending
Our Teamzero collective armour kerchinging
SoulConsciousnessYetis We-of-Us

Anya trilled
Senior manager?

We..we've ne-ver had a senior manager..
In organic tofu silence its sinews slaying octopusly

Like blame-charades during another Valentine anniversary dinner

Uncertain her face net-curtained the mini earthquake
As EQ mystic bingo equations deliquesced

She gurgled a name mooning her eyelash-Stone-Henges all Princess Diana mooey

Eric?

Don't you remember when he came down to meet you all to say hello? ?
Again the hello key rising in Questionstatement Australian Soap Star Jazz Scale 4/4tm
Or like Delirium's grim angel paramedic-hello hello? hello? can you try to squeeze my hand?
The monitored casualty's thimble-sipping concave breath-streams brain-ashtraying below

Definitely so..

No..

..not dead -

Yet but you know..no promises

All beautifically dribbled up and ready to fry in the next shocking episode of

Dentists

..so join us again same time tomorrow - minus twenty-five minutes or so - for the corpsing of Dennis's death-bed-confessional..

DoNGDoNGdONgDoNG

And
Welcome to the same time tomorrow
So now it's..
Dentists (!)

..so I stole lucy's guinea pig? i was so angry

she should never have done that to Me

how dare she..she build that blasted brick wall right outside our pond?

is it any wonder our goldfish were so confused like that..?..

..like they could hardly breathe?

you saw them choking? right? gran?

that's why they all had anaemia before they croaked? their lack of oxygen mentalled-out their brainstems..

aauuaauhgran gran toby..i...i... can feel myself going? like? very dead again..?

oahh denny no.!!

..ii..iit's too late..gran toby..gran tobyy..??

Den-tists..everyone needs good den-tists..

Everyone needs den-tists..even if you all have teeth

Den-tists..everyone needs good den-tists

.They. Could. Be. You. Or. Meee..

Yeah said Bob like you say he came by and said hello
But he never said why he said hello
It was just hello as in hello
NotHi I'm saying hello because I'm your senior manager here is my face for you to drillerkilldartboard
Her fish eyes dilated like origami belisha beacons slighting yellow snow

Then she recovered her composure eleven-tenths nubile conflict managemently

Anyway
He's popping by later just to say..uh..

Haha..Goodbye..

Can you believe..?Goodbye or
I'm saying goodbye as in
Hello-I-was-your-senior-manager-goodbye?
She baffled her eyelashes

So who's our senior manager now?
Felix. He'll send us a message

..Message?..Send??
He's less face-to-face than Eric?
He's really hot on not face-to-facing himself?
Her eyes drifted towards an out-of-place fire extinguisher musing it like a tarot card
..and fire extinguishers should not prop open fire doors not even in the event of a real fire let alone a simulated one..uh..

Then shrugging her triangulating shoulders

Different senior managers have different styles..?
We'll adjustOne of us stated

Closure

She salt-planed her saline smile

The Barren Spring (Riot App)

The off-licences smash-grab-trashed by lads on-the-lash;
The trainers google-map-flagged by flash-mob-Olympians dancing-the-dash;
The electronics stores ping-hash-tagged, uploaded, cache-cashed;
The neighbours' cars stone-smack-bashed, gutted - or stashed and moustached;
The newsagents papier-mache-mashed into sachets of ash;
The takeaways tandoori'd, soupcon'd and charcoal grilled with pyrotechnical panache..

And no -

No one wanted papadums with that..

The clothing arcades hosted giveaway-and-getaway negligees down alleyways;
The chemists' sprayed bouquets of Michael Faraday's more laissez faire protegees;
The baby stores pitched tearaway mum scrums,
Supplementing their love-handle ass-cracking bingo-wing oven buns,
Gravity rippling burning Rome lite relay-marathons,
Husain Bolting the chiffon,
Manning the futons,
Sending encrypted smiley emoticons,
Up and down,
Up and down,
Up and down,

Hitting home-run home runs,

As on-call baby dads GPS riot app'd,

Flooring time like neutrinos,
Tearing up the dual carriageway,

Giggling fiddling Nero's..
Yeah, it was ok;

It was all child's play..

And the Arabs who couldn't be blamed for this, rejoiced,

Hey hey..

And,
After the fire,
As volunteers vacuumed on tv with bling-brooms,
And brickbatologists cling-fumed in chatroooms,
A photographer, disbelieving, swung-zoomed on a strange bloom:
For there, through the smoke, through the clearing,
That spurned wallflower loomed:
Another book shop -
Perfectly unconsumed.