Ashley’s Time
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Support your skeleton going forward
or embrace its weakness. I can’t do it for you.
It depends on what your long term goals are –
where you see yourself in five years’ time.
¶ 2
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The important thing is to eat every three hours:
keep your blood sugar up. Only you have the answers.
¶ 3
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No carbs; no protein. Watch your daylight quotient.
You need something to set your pulse racing
at specific intervals I can specify.
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Going forward, roll out a plan
to support your skeleton. I can’t do it for you.
Breathe in for 7, hold for 5 and breathe out for 8.
Look inside yourself. Try one of our shakes.
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Consider the brightest minds in the game: Frank Lampard
playing between the lines: Masons Bennett and Mount
lighting up the park. Keep mobile. Keep moving
in the milieu of living things. Add tomato supplements
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to bedside pharmacies of well-being,
counterintuitive holistic thought: Total Network Solutions.
You don’t need long term goals anymore.
Understand the difference between speed and endurance
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like an attritional batsman against the swing bowling winds
of indifference. Search for the answers inside:
I can’t do it for you. Like an un-recentred satellite
navigation display, the right roads
¶ 8
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are at all the wrong angles. Together we’ll find them.
I can’t do it for you. After the apocalypse,
Sports Direct’s closing down sale will be our final refuge,
the pivot between epochs. Ashley’s time
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before the Sondico and 2 for 1 Adidas Bang
forms the cradle for a new incarnation of man.
I can’t do it for you. Breathe.
In and out. 7-11; 7-5-8: any formation.
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Live in hope. It’s too weak to kill you.
A smile doesn’t cost you anything
except dignity: It’s not contagious.
You’ve got to put it in to get it out.
¶ 11
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The last man at the buffet
missed his own plate of breaded chicken –
the pick of the banquet.
The dish itself – Poole Pottery – was also stolen:
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Crockery drift. Outlived by utensils.
Support your skeleton going forward.
I can’t do it for you.
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