The bitter bitter euphemism. Because they flee from nasty secrets, don’t they.
Bats in the belfry, the birds and the bees, approved school and parson’s nose,
The devil’s brew, Negative Patient Care Outcome.
Something for the weekend, sir?
In grotesque and warping fear of being Stripped of the Clothes, to finish more ever degraded than before.
This anti-knowledge, pas devant les enfants.
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Won’t be long, just going to shake hands with the wife’s best friend.
Yes, anti-knowledge, removed from the brain, or at least a screen erected round.
A kind interpretation would be to draw a parallel with the Anglo-Saxon or Norse kenning: whale-road = sea, wound-reed = arrow the house-hatred = fire
A poetic device, this blurring to require one agile jump to reach answer from query,
And pleasure gained from the finding, but a riddle, to exclude. So back to it, the veil, always the veil.
These suitcases represent the world according to Tulse Luper.