the new year

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Happy new year Hattie and Lee. Hope you get to see Kerry again

Mrs Alfred, Nina, Anna, sat in the settee, three lovely, duffers, from Marks and Sparks. Heavy footsteps, lump, upstairs. ‘Salt that’ll protect us’, clang, clang, clang, clang,
Nina. 'where the heffs the salt’, heavy footsteps from upstairs,
Ronnie ‘gaining’,
Anna ‘soup’, The picture eyes follow the ladel. Tony, shuffles along the passageway behind.
Tony ‘off to the takeaway’
toing , toing, toing
Ronnie ‘Ahhhhhhhh, my mail,..... leaves with his chopper, all three in the kitchen with the knife’
toing, clump, toing a knight with guisarm came clanking out of the darkness,
bzzzzzaaam, bzzzzzaaam, bzzzzzaaam,
vrrooomssshuppph, laughing starts from the washing machine
Nina 'close the door', chop, chop, chop
bzzzzzaaam, Belvoir helmet peers in,
bzzzzaaam, smash, ‘click, ahhhhh’ a whitely figure shrivels into steel armour (heals).
Tony ‘Ronnie’,
Ronnie ‘Tony, in for the knight’,
Tony ‘well as long as nobody sees’,
Ronnie ‘an empty house’,
Tony ‘but are we alone’,
Ronnie ‘perfectly, perhaps we could take in a show, you splash nice ungeluent on mi roots, pick me up by the ankles, and then we can go down the allotments.’, sucked his nail.
Tony ‘If, I can find the pot you came in, all we need is a miracle santa, and a trowl'.'
Ronnie 'I used to work with a big goblin',
Tony 'A cowboy, off to grab an Indian',
Ronnie 'There’s one in the kitchen',
Tony 'Yes, but I’m after more than feet',
Ronnie 'me too, small is beautiful.......................Ht please, I'm alone'
Lee ’Warm, Cold’, Lee steps along the stones, 'warm, warm, warm, longer greener, a stone ball, dewy on the grass, Rowan, Elder,'
Anna with two heavy bags,
Anna ‘Nina switch on your torch’, a hand swipes from behind, and off,
Anna ‘Ronnie, Hello,…….5 bzzzzzaaams’,
Ronnie ‘comfort, ought to play for spurs’ clump, clump.
Bellringing hand on hip, ‘oh yay, oh yay’ , (ghostly town crier) lifts his lamp, a light from a trapdoor ascends, Anna freezes, his lantern breaks, whoooshhh, whommph, ouch, ow, eik, arc, from the burning pit (below), closes, disappears.
They (Nina and Mrs Alfred) dart upstairs.
Lee Evans in the dark, ‘hoot, hoot’, ‘a train'……. The new year, the horn of plenty, sickle and the quizer’, very nice, they can be destructive, picks up a green finger, ‘ere………………?, Ah zeus the mighty oak tree, Mithras!......’, plumes of fire shoot out in eight directions, blue clouds flow over the moon.
Along the secret passage to the library.
Mrs Alfred ‘What are we going to do’,
Nina‘ Well the sun hits the roof first’,
Mrs Alfred ‘only one way out’.
Anna slipped into the bedroom, ‘Smarty the attic, we’ve got two golliwogs to find’. To be continued

Merry Christmas, Hollywood, The Bahamas, The Mayor of London, techno-shamans everywhere, cryptozoologists, biker girls with tattoos on the top of their arms, huffle puffs, the upper middle class, raven claw, cops and robbers, business people, India, China, Oceania, the welsh, the Irish, the Germans, the English, Tarzan, Mexico, and the Anzacs. Trinidad and Tobago, Ethiopia, Arabia, Israel, Cornwall, Mrs Mawd, Bill..Ladys and Gentlemen..The Stars………. Newcastle........Gypsies, but chiefly yourselves…..and a happy new year, Lord, worker and blog writer, post office, library, bus and railway
Heinz ‘The Panther’
Rolled up fingers, palm out, remove strong physical attacks, so surround your pilots head, with panther hands on long flights, use your forhead to project wish through hand.

Sail on

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The Picture, Ronnie ‘HL a little tail, Anna, Mrs Alfred, Nina, this is nice and cozy, my go, I’m professor plum, knick, knack, peacock, ballroom, string’,
‘Why did the chicken cross the road, green, lead pipe, study’,
‘Why did the chicken cross the road, red, revolver, conservatory’,
Ronnie ‘knock, knock…..Andred in the kitchen, with the lead, whats black and white and red all over', Nannar ‘Police academy 1’,
Ronnie ‘no a penguin, do I go up a ladder',
Lee in the garden, ‘It’s chilly, well here we are, lets escape to Melindas’,
Hoot, Hoot, Lee drops his torch, Lee ‘the stream’, Nuns jaunt across the stepping stones, hedge and garden’, bzzzzzaaam, a white nun ascends, flap, flap ,flap , from above ‘split’, 'eenons, ernoi, roo' bzzzzzaaam, num, nun, nug, (flip, flip, flip), Mrs Alfred runs inside,
ooooh crack
Lee peers, Lee ‘under the garden, carved slabs!’, Lee clears the path
Stephen and Hattie in Greece, ‘Ah the taverna’, octopus (70's petrol tanker) turned round infront, ‘swing right here’, men jumped at each other, the jeep in front stopped, 7 men clambered out, a man with machine gun shook Steven warmly,
Stephen, ‘Nicholas….stand easy, this wouldn’t be allowed in Arabia’. The barman looked at her legs,
Stephen ‘I am afraid she doesn’t speak much Greek’,
‘Oh the widow of the monastry’,
Stephen ‘No Hattie’, people stared mumbling then hush.
Hattie ‘a wobbly seat, lovely is there a bear’, click, click.
‘A man dressed as lion, a visitor’.
….Shambled into the bar ‘widow?’, followed by a man in a pointy hat,
‘Damon!!!’, turned,
Damon ‘+130 sailors, amateurs……on route…..Falmouth to the Indian ocean..in waves’
Damon, ‘CASH’, sailors in long sleeved jumpers, and polos entered, Hattie wobbled, bping,
Damon, ‘REST’, black jackets, and harpoons, Hattie wobbled, bping. Stephen vanished,
Stephen (Frost) lit his pipe, Anthony Hopkins slammed his glass on the table. da dong tat a titty tat a da dong, woolly caps, arms linked, round and round they went, and as a break jumped back.
Damon, ‘Ouzo…PLAY’, Bazooki, Eddie (large), white golf shirt, ‘hi,ho…oh,ho,ho?’, Stephen (Frost) stood on the fireplace, wobbled, bping, bping, ‘ho,ho, ho’ Stephen in white overalls, slipped behind the honkety ti tonkety honkety ti tonkety piano, Jules turned.
Damon, ‘SLAVES’, hands, knees, caps over eyes, cross shinned, orange vest, whistle, one looked back accross the bar- dauntless. Sid(little) turned wildly in the doorway, Michael (Rowe) black woolly cap and accordion, Hattie smelt smoke, wine trickled onto her chin, he moved, a man stroked his botham, he sat, click, click. Stephen (Frost) sat in the middle and ate, two men twirled in the middle, cup in mouth, she stared through a little glass, tossed it on the fire.
Damon, ‘and NATURAL’ Damon lifted his hands up, she sipped a black coffee, the pirates, mishappen pullovers, all grabbed when the fox terrier walked in, Damon interchanged in the middle, Hattie struggled to her feet, toing, toing, toing over the roofs, tung, a plate flipped into Hatties cabin. Hattie raised her arm, danced into Stephen (Frost), through back her head, a donkey walked infront, and drunk a yard of ale.
Meanz
In Rome disabled meant, you’d been through the wars, loyal to Rome, and Rome with a future needed you. Basing prosperity on work, is just like communism in a guise. Old and disabled have no new lump sums and are not price linked. One mans, success over many is the Meanz. Dim get dimmer, and poorer, just like Moscow.

Late night closing

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Ghost guns

Nicky ‘Air scrubber, custardsetter’, bluuunkld a blob of custard splat the wall.
Anna ‘well whisofto bed’. Bill, Christine,
Lee Evans picks up a record, Lee, ‘Wangner’, click
Mrs Alfred stands at the top stairwell, Nina below, and Kerry on the first floor corridor.
A grey figure pogoed ding, dang, dong, over the banister into the stairwell, bzzzzzaaam, bzzzzzaaam, bzzzzzaaam, flights, twank
Bill lay on his bed
Bill ‘can’t have illogic, without logic, a logical world is supposed to be a dodecahedron, does illogical stand outside, triangles are not the shape of fishing nets, 6.30’. (does illogical mean trap)
The door creaks, ‘cuckoo’, Mrs Alfred turns. From the next door a piano slides, round and along the corridor, honky, tonkety, ti, honky, tonkety, down the steps,. It chases Nina round the corner, honky, tonkety, ti, honky, tonkety, twang, (twang, twang, twang, twang, twang) and shunt, kerry along the first floor corridor. An ottoman Narrator, 'I sleep on', walks left, right, out of the room and cluuunch, falls over the banister onto Mrs Nanar below, over the banister behind the piano, and up the corridor, bzzzzzaaam, an elephants foot hops down the steps an umbrella goes up, a wheel barrow, full of old rope, rolls backwards along the corridor down the steps rrrrnch, rmmmmw, rrrrnch, rmmmmmw,, a globe throws itself, top, too base, down the corridor, leaps, and tink, tar, tinkle, around the meridian onto the steps, upside-down a tin bath tub crawls along the corridor, slips tang, tang, tang, down the steps, a bathing ball hitting all the walls floats along, Mrs Alfred and Nina follow it down to the first floor. A round lilac, poueff bounces, over the carpet, bounce, bounces, down to the first floor, bounce, bounce, ‘by jingo’, and bounds across the sittingroom, bounce, bang, clank, and the record player clicks off.
The Yoga room, music Mrs Nanar bends, Nina 'fancy a tune' drops her gun on the top, the piano starts to rotate, 'knees up mother brown', sheets fly up in the air , Nina grabs for her gun, Mrs Alfred grabs the other end, keys jingle, the piano starts to levitate, and shudders back and forth, smarty the peroxide, St Bernard leaps on the keyboard, the top tilts the gun slides, whoosh, '8 wheels on my wagon, whoosh, a shoe falls off, Mrs Alfred flops, tail wags, Mrs Nanar slips of the globe onto the bathing ball, whoosh, whoosh, and piano heaves up right, down left, bzzzzzaaam, bzzzzzaaam, chank, cha, vvvvvvvomphhh, clip, clip, collapse.
Kerry the first stairwell, she rubbed the nuzzle up her nose, stum, stum, a huge pilsbury doe boy stum, stum, stum, down the corridor, Bzzzzzaaam, the cupboard, the shute, vvohoomph, out on the top of a four poster bed.
the clock struck
mist started to pour into the hall.
Smarty the peroxide, white St Bernard, with absinthe bottle, lay on his brown furry paws, stared at the floor, an eye peeked back, Bill paced the floor, Bill ‘the cheek’, Smarty followed the eye across the floor. Christine pulls out the plug, scream, and jumps, a shocked Benedictine monk peers through the swirling mirror. Tom, Tom the pipers son, follows Christine down the corridor, slam, two ears rise at the bottom of the bed. Then with a blast from the pipes, two big white eyes, at the foot of the bed, lifts, Christine slumps, and the bed fllluuuumppps closed. ‘An eye’, Bill piddles into the plug hole.
Ronnie ‘Ah sherry, pity the girls aren’t here. I must say Mrs Hayridge has done this place up a treat, ‘HI’ very nice. Well I was supposed to be in Barbaras' diningroom. Bobs in Catalonia, but the exhibition has left a depressed hologram sitting, and on Sunday, she came down to find him in the diningroom. How wonderful to see you, skull on a tumbler, Benedictine, Rum, and Cider’, a flame lapped his mouth.
Stephen(Fry) mused in lufthanser plane, ‘Ah Interlachen, where a white woman won’t be found dead’, Hattie shifted her pillow, Hattie ‘somebodies written, ‘RANDY’ in the snow'
Stephen, 'paint your horse’ the film beamed along the aisle, the stewardess yawned, turned, and onto the wall, The untedious, unstable, nicely seated, a rubber hand stuck out of the airbag, Anthony (Hopkins) two cabin lights give the impression of ears, holding a trunk, hand out,
Anthony (Hopkins) ‘Stephen Fry’, the lights flash,
Stephen ‘A magnetic storm’
, Hattie slurps vegetable soup, and taps the seat in front.
Anthony ‘I don’t think we’ve been introduced’,
Hattie ‘delighted’,
Anthony ‘nice to see you both’, a light followed him on the floor.
Stephen 'I took my mini round that hair-pin bend, Dieter Check, Willy Stomph, Hans Vymar, Thomas ‘farmers’ Friend, and Greta Bunnyman’, ball lightning, rolls up the wing. The jam and the butter, suck to the cabin floor. Hatties dress unzipped, she stands,
Hattie ‘Stephen’,
Stephen, ‘Stewardess’, apricot dress, white polo kneck, flumps over Hattie, black underwear, a tattoo at the top of the arm the stewardess zips up, Hattie. ‘Thankyou’,
Stewardess, ‘oh it’s nothing’, Interlachen passed backwards. (Dress stretches), Hattie delves a cold spoon,
Hattie ‘someones written STEPHEN in the snow’. The stewardess sped backwards on the trolley, Stephen, ‘cable cars’. Stephen stuck a plastic spoon on the stewardess, ‘buzz’ came from the wingnuts, and then onto Hattie, the table napkin stuck to ( Stephens) his legs, Ethernet cable, cracks, scream. Hattie 'open her carpet bag', Stephen 'currant buns!'
Bill hammered his bird box, Greensleeves floats accross the bedroom,
Bill ‘company’, whistling sails out, and round, splashing in the bathroom, a soapy outline of a body lay on the bathroom floor. Bill polished an ornate mirror
greensleeves, Bills drops his foot bath accross the door, and flops on the put me up, followed by smarty. Bill thumped the top of a fairy larch, twick, twick, twrrrritck, twic, twi……….nut,nat, nat, narrrrrfffff, break, crack, crunch, through the dove cot, Bill ‘fluff, fluff fluff feathers………whistle........Mrs Mawd...', Pigeons flew. bang. bang, bang, bang. To be cont
Beanz Good old days. Without time travel
Personally, I like bouncing, but I’ve created my box, ‘covered in benign tonka beans, balanced on pole hewn rocks, the box vibrates, ‘to wagner’ up and down, and left and right, two channels, subject bound to the pole in the middle, and feeling groovy. Vibrations get in sync? Passing A.C currents through the wooden pole. Am I going wrong- Percy

Late night closing

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Lee Evans ‘A blotchy, bloody ‘H’, I am going to LOIF tomorrow, Hayridge?....I suppose we’ll be on rough duty, It’s a picture’. The frame kicked a ball across the room, ‘turn it round, and pull of the brown paper……!!!Ronnie Corbett’
Ronnie ‘Tis I’
I guided Nina through the secret passage, ‘it’s dark’, click, a library, click, above the panel, ‘to leave find my ladies book’
Nina and I, 'castle walls, the cobbled paths, eery hamlets, witches, spell casting',
'I’ve got some fudge',
Nina 'me too', or with love, feed each other and love it, as we lay in the prison. Armed Nicky and Mrs Alfred stood up the corridor, running steps to the lavatory, they turned, the door opened, and the light went off,
Nicky 'cover me', and into the bathroom, two footprints knelt either side of the lavatory, the cistern let out a gurgling scream, and tiles fell one by one onto the scales, the door slammed, a gush of steam fell, the lamp shade shook. bang, bang, came from the door,
Mrs Alfred, 'Nicky!'. Bang, bang came from behind the panels, I and Nina, ‘Kerry’, Kerry ‘Hello’, a locked door lay in front, Kerry ‘bongo’, ‘bongo’, a billow of red cloud, a purple flame, a satin sleave, and a nail tapped the top shelf, Kerry ‘Ali Bongo’, a curled shoe, twinkled through the library, and vanished.
I crossed the third floor into Annas bedroom. Floppy nightcap, with Peter Rabbit ears, and co-ordinated furry slippers, I pulled of the bedspread, the sideboard rattled, the panes pommelled, the curtain flew up, and the window banged, then two fish flew in, I crumpled between, a welsh dresser, and leaning cupboard, door opened, closed, a still empty room, I sat on the hearth. ‘Poop a boo/Poo la la/ Poo Poo/ bow’, fanfare organ, the air rotated, and bubbles flowing up the chimney, I disappeared.
The Narrator, So long suckers I’m of to Beijing.
The Cessana drifted, left, left, left through the azure sky, tink, tink, the neon, ‘MONACO’, (drift the?) clip, ‘HELLAS’ goes out, pelicans flew, spin, zoom up, and descend, bing bang fumppph the doors opened, ‘Let me out’, (Anthony appeared) Top hat, bow tie, and cane, Stephen descends, Stephen ‘Cranty!, pick up those bags Mrs Hayridge, pick up those legs, whack, Hattie 'well really’, Stephen ‘ug, I don’t like the look of that', Stephen (Frost) emerged, Stephen ‘Just perfect have you bought the motorbike’, Stephen (Frost) ‘Hispano sueza it’s parked round the front, Hattie’, vvvvrrrrooom, ‘Welcome to Greece’, ‘cliff!‘, a small boy in shorts tripped into the road, the border path is closed, boy ‘carry on’, he stepped back and saluted.
The clock struck..to be cont

The Boxing day 13

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Anna...‘And now a little piece entitled- Death: I love you just the way you are, beautiful eyes turned up, Anna went on ‘The army of evunculor monkey men with identical orangy-yellow face, and rubber gaitors, and orangy-brown fur have claimed another victory. Andy was in Bow, when accross the walkie-talkies ‘scram’, he scarpered the area. Apparently one of their order ‘done-in’ a recognized nasty, doing peculiar. On a personal note, they’ve been taking the heavies off. One for cuddly Ken’
I flustered ‘on the other side Boris(Heavy) has found an outlet for the psycho knifemen to play. Heavies like Mrs Hayridges two big brothers the reason smaller men carry knives……..come I’ve three ghost guns upstairs’, Nina, Kerry, and I hastened. A head came bouncing down the stairs, ‘Ha Ha Ha Ha ha Ha Haaaaaaaa’, wrang from the eaves, cloakroom books started to float, and pelt us. The food elevator flew passed with a blood curdling scream, Kerry reversed upstairs.a book hit her head, she slumped forward, then all books clattered down on Nina, I ‘grab an umberella’. We ran up the stairs together, into the airing cupboard, eery footsteps followed us up,
Kerry stopped, eery footsteps came down.
Nicky and Mrs Alfred were slumbering (in the airing cupboard), Nicky‘we’ll all split up’ they disappeared upstairs. Kerrys buttons started to pop, she bit at them, ‘crowd button’, and reversed back and forth, Kerry ‘Bongo, Bongo!’, grasped a bible, Kerry ‘psalm 29’, Climbed slowly up into the airing cupboard, and down the laundry shute. To be cont

Hiding in a thicket

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Nicky Henson looked out of a singular dewy window pane onto the lawn
,a stain streaked on the wall, Nicky 'it's blood............ Their scared’
Nicky paced the room, an impression remained in the empty seat......Nicky 'lets start in the garage’, stomph, stomph, stomph, Nicky ‘6000ft of striplight, and possible escape impossible’, knock, knock came from the concrete floor, stomph, stomph, stomph.
Mrs N.Nanar saves the planet
Mrs Nanar cleared her throat, Nina, ' Israel, and Rome are craddles for the civilized, Egypt, wants slaves and clips the civilized world. Civilized people make perfect slaves. Egypt has a strong pharoah, and attracts, slaves-with destructive same-same output (like the jews their all bought in with the same light, Egypt becomes full off, same), crooks, (and) vileness to drive away guardian spirits, so becomes a dessert.'
'The techno-shamans discovery of the dreary-dreary angle, ( chakraganges temples produce same-same output (dreary), a same-same patern is a wave, and can be reflected by an angle), if you found the centre of this angle at the temple it should reflect all dreary, but the temples content, and be curative, like the outside world, thus freeing the slaves i.e us'
Nina 'The Utopia of chakraganges (the six armed orangutang the curer), after the war, the temple, collected orphans, during they combined all faiths and creeds, and searched for something beyond genotype, it is separate and can be practiced in all religions, a chain of friends of a member can be transferred almost automatically to other members, sane influence in a cracked world, offering pure stability, dislodges people whose feeling has not been triggered into love, and guilty spirits can still help to lead mankind. Chakraganges gathers born identical people, into temples of 12 to 13 people.
Chakraganges asks when your dead do you return to the same chakra family in heaven not the same earth bound family (mother father), and maybe come from a spirit base like that, i.e, are you immutably changed by life, or will you return to a childhood state. Seeing religion as possibly all flawed, as accepted in time of need, on first to help basis, if public high street, obviously sad. Even a short distance between members bodies will squeeze out odd astral anomalies, and grace can possibly be achieved by travelling together, this also brings in shared loves etc. and creates a divine path, without the shrubbery. Lucifer and Jesus both morning star, and chakraganges is complementary, to all general religions. Chakraganges sayings, In trouble turn to your (chakra) family, save the best till first (preserve treasures). All chakraganges temples have to beware of the deceiver. As a fault in one (person), can be found in another, so they have to search for, other cures in the outside world, and spirits tiredness.
Therefore the angle saves Israel, and chakraganges cures, Israel, or any other religion. '
Perfect, knocked for a gooseberry, our middle wicket.
Mrs Nina Nanar graduated Birmingham University with straight A's, Aiming, A(i)ling, and (h)Arrowing. Sensational
On Prince Charles's estate the Queen bobbed up and down.
The Queen, 'Ah my painting', tearing away the brown paper, 'The Queen?'
Barbara Windsor, entered her diningroom, Babara, 'The Queen!!!!!!!!,... wrong picture take it back'.
gallop, gallop, hoot, hoot, gallop,gallop, Ozzy looks round, owwwh, Ozzy crashes the basement slide, whoosh, Ozzy, 'flour!!!', bags flump,flump,flump, Ozzy, 'help....help....help....', a chicken walks on top, and through the house,
A ho, ho, ho, he, he, he, came from a container by the corner beyond Mrs Nanar. A phantom mare gallops past the window, clippety, clup, clickety, clop
Anna said 'Another slash on the wall...Red Cross'

Black ghost cat

Day One. Half a family farmhouse cake goes missing
Day Two The jumper I am resting my head on is pulled away, around a tree
Today
Sighted 4ft long black cat near the m25 Halsted with big black fluffy, two foot long tail, with a distinctive white stripe along the top. Standing all of 1 and a quarter feet, compared this morning to something smaller than rosemary the new english sheep dog. It appeared as a black line in the opposite thicket. Then as my bag flickered in the breeeze a black face appeared, and disappeared, growling came later, and early in the morning 9ft away a black cat, with a panthers profile, down turned bushy tail with white stripe along the back, walked by. It sped backward in an instant, reafirming its height.
Tomorrow No turps, no paper, tonight armed with two knives, a box of matches, 2 party poppers, and a box of matches, and two inadequate sticks.
Day after left

London used dreary slave spirits on its old machines, which find their way into peculiart handsa 45 degree angle reflects from London into the sea?

Halloween 2

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The, up flossy flourescent pink barnet and dark eyebrows of Tony (slattery) looked out from a roof window.
‘Hoot’, ‘Hoot’. In the garden below, Ozzy ‘Diarmuid door’
toing, trimp, rrrunch, rrrunch, a ladders tip pokes into the garden.
’owch, ow, do you mind, the rail,.....arrrrrgggghhhh!’
Kerrys face, squats gently on the lintel.
I, Bill, and Gill appear from a bedroom door with torches, and creep down the spiral staircase. Lee (Evans) and Nicky (Henson) in from a ride unclips his helmet, ‘I smell like rat pudding’ a light switched off and on, up the rank
Nicky ’funny? Now that’s a little odd’ stumph, stumph, stumph
Nicky ’Nina anyone down there, we know, Gill?’
The garage 6000 sqft of striplight. Gill "I’m sure I heard scratching",
(Lee,) ’Gill, there's nothing down here’
’meow, meow’
Gill ’puss, puss, someones left a boot open, your beneath this bloody seat’
clump, lock, the jaguar headlamps switched on
’he, he, he, humph, humph, humph, hum, hum hum, ho, ho, ho, ho,ho, ho ,ho, ho,ho, he, he ,he, hohoharha, hum’ the mudguard clatters
Stephens attic a well lit nest in the eaves, the skylight rattled, I looked out.
Mrs Nina Nanar in purple dress, with watering can, musical notes fell upwards from a little tree, ‘ding, ding, dong’ turns, Nina, ‘nu,nu,na,nu’, and speaks to a transluescent white cloud, squak, squak, a golden egg clatters onto the roof from the night sky, I close the latch.
Thud, diarmuid slides through the steel railings. Ozzy (Osborne) leaves the ladder against the fourth floor,
she moves her elbow
Ozzy ’a golden egg?, is that you up there little girl, Diarmuid there's a little girl, I’ll come round’
’Forsooothe cuthbert is that you’
’ere it be, squire, I fear the lady let him in’
’better flap down and bring the torch up’
a face rises in the window, Anna ‘fuck a phantom,......... Lee theres a phantom', a apparition swirls around the top floor cieling,
’rum, vumb, vumb, vumb, over the bridge, blackened goggles, helmet number 13, belts under the elms, round the bend
dump, dump, clump, clump, tong, a cartwheel bounces, over, up the behind of a ghostly mare, ‘clickety clop, clippety, clup, coo, coo, ca, coo, ca, coo, cantor and bound into the garden.

Anna ’Well I don’t like it’
Our eyes follow Anna accross the floor, along the flex, a lamp, or hat, and the lights went out.
’I'm dreaming of a white christmas’ pumps around the corner. The purple eyes on the mantelpiece light up, the end one falls, and bounces into a carpet bag.
Diarmuid rotates his ears, white hands float across the lawn, the rail detaches, and pulls him away.
eight o’clock strikes, two halos, fall from the painting and cross the lawn. torches go on, ‘aaaaahhhhhhh!’, Bill and his portable cauldron, illuminate the room.
Anna ’I’ll phone Russel (Grant)’
Nicky ‘have you noticed, something else, everyones wearing a leather jacket.

Eden Vale and Happy Tail

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Mrs Alfred and Christine, sat drinking dandelion and burdoch in the study.
The pheasant pub, 3 years old, in the shape of a giant pheasant, parking my quad and trailer neatly in space, thump, thump, emerald green tweed, across the fields, under hop trees, through the hedge…..thump thump thump,
Sid, ’Oh the techno shaman fellow, who rights me up in his blog…
I, 'aaaaahhhh!..........Sid, Sidney’.
Sid sat with rosemary the new England collie, and mrs Alfred
clink
Barmaid ‘ah Mr Brush….Basils tankard, the usual’
my Nescafe cup
Fox hunters hung from the rafters, horses sat in the chairs. Can-can, knicker bockers flashed in the air, from the barn next door. Outside, out into the sunshine.
Mrs Alfred stood like Gabriel, beckoned like Lucifer, loosened my back paw.
Two tonka beans, pins and needles, blood restriction, and the jaunt from the quad, made rubbing the soles…and Mrs Alfred rubbed them so well, I ‘Still life....’
I’d taken to riding my quad into the countryside, and sitting in roadside carparks with half a pint of cider.
Mrs Alfred painted giants, on thatched roofs, up trees, etc, for west country calendars.
(I), round Orpington high streets, roco-co pastel blue pond, along the village green, into the news agent. She looked like Paris in spring 1857, a giant badger in a corner.
Mrs Alfred ’here for gingerbread’
I ’and what have we here…..a delight’
Mrs Alfred, ’precious, peculiar, and reliable, your English post office’
I ’a pound of bon bons please............its longer than the average counter.......Just look at those loaves'
Mrs Alfred, ’are you looking at my shins, MR BASIL BRUSH’
I ’have you legs on everyside’
Mrs Alfred ’Your just a man in a suit’
I ’A Fox…Dust on the radio Times’’
She twisted a boot lace round my nose, and stared between my teeth
I ’like to share a doughnut’
she tiptoed behind the counter, and a foot appeared in hem and floppy cloth shoe, curling
I bought the quad round the front,
and her legs, around sped up the hill
Loved in the crimpled bottom churchyard, and we all stared down at the village green’

The Spectral Visitor

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Bang Bang Bang, Wllm on the staircase under his arm a huge white box, at the top, ‘the space shuttle’ (in white plastic) nudge, click, Wllm was in his bedroom. The door fell open, the train roled along on its own…Bill ’Ghosts!’, the poems of Damon Wilson hit the floor with a thud.
Gills left bossum granted to I, and right to Bill. On the day, we all three had gone to lunch early. We had reconveyned moments ago, Gill ‘is that Bill’

Wllm sneaked, behind his couch a horse shoe fell from the pelmet. She took, her tartan socks, on the radiator, padded down, and sat in his study, his face like marble.

Bill, ’…a temple…1847…drugs…the ‘fake world’ was a mirage,….some mirages must contain all else….her room…..a hand flew around the room…looked in the cushions, …and sat on the arm of the settee…’

Hattie and Stephen in whose light his mother has been compared to a womble, sharing a film, ‘As a boy, historical’,
Stephen “I have a friend, who runs his own tropical island, I had thought of never leaving England”, Hattie said “is he vicious”,
Stephen, “No he’s sweet, 3 million quid, he wants me to visit, oh I must buy a new pair of shorts, as my others are far to big”
Hattie clopped along the corridor with her case, ‘Ho…Ho…Ho’, came from the room.
Hattie returned with a tin of custard, and lowered the slurping elevator.

Darkness arrived in a black leather jacket, Ozzy Osborne, Ozzy 'Hoy Diarmuid', (audience) 'Wuuuuuuw'.

Mrs Hayridge and Stephen Fry sped accross London in a French grey covertable. A Cessna turned on the tarmac, 'we've searched it from top to bottom', the police drove away, they all sneaked into the back of the plane. (Hattie) 'Owww', an orange juice.

Lost paths
Finding me, 15 years ago, might have been difficult, stepping assuredly along old tracks, unscaped parks, cobbles, castles, where ever I walked. Gave me the idea, I introduced a nightscope, later people strapped lights to their heads, but its not the same in the pitch dark to lose oneself in the past.
I introduced strobing, I think, a slow strobe on the path infront, gives you the unerring, jump into the void of a raspberry bush, it conditions all your responses likewise, which would carry back into normal life.
One day, my blackened figure, clumped down a valley on the Viking way, below a dayglo road, shunted its pelican, a noise chuff, chuff could be tracked over the engines, in the gloom, steam rose from a nose, a dragons, deer like head, 15ft kneck, faun antlers, swept back ears, steam billowing from the jaw, and spouts of steam chuffed out 8 inches into the frosty air, 120ft/3 rings, of body coiled around.

Escape

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On the beach ‘Hattie’ eyes shut, Wllm scribbled and stared again, On a shire horse tonk, tonk, tonk, a man with a sledge hammer, hit the signpost into place, nudge, horseman, ‘control yourself’, a green man jogged by. ‘Foxgloves, snapdragons, lupins quivered. Winifred held a kite in the mown meadow, flash, her electrical fingers cringed. ‘Bang on’ Christophers wife crossed the path.
This was open-day and ‘bubble, bubble, toil and trouble’…mists gathered.
One really needs to make sure….world of liars…. Never really goes, tells us that….someone living in the road with the same name…we must go, and meet on the common, a lot can be learned from addicts, and local quirks. People are vicious until someone moves the marmalade…

I lay under a tree, ‘Introducing a dim, fully-grown person into this sloppy world’
Simon Cadell in shades, puting across the lawn. Simon, ‘Well, we haven’t a hope of catching him unless, we find another mate!, a versatile all-rounder, who gets faf all for it'
I stared at him
I 'Last summer, Melinda (Messsenger) ran naked bale to bale accross a field, and wriggled into my one man tent and sleeping bag, for a dare'
Clip, clip her soles fell on the edge.
Melinada 'Well she is gorgeous, we need a mate for the man on the common'
I 'Helen Atkinson Wood', 'that would be perfect'..............found playing lawn tennis along the green-belt, ex-school friend of Hatties

ITN News
Reports of a Green man seen wondering on a common in Hayridge, without his clothes………….Locals are naming him ‘Noah’, because, he can catch trout in relative safety, and he carries a violin case’

Winifred was crouched on the common, ‘huff’, ‘huff’, eyes widened, nostrils flared, log fell from the oak tree. Charity said ‘He’s out’ they pull him away, and look around at the ground. Sheila leans forward, takes up the strap.

Bill scurried along the coast, splash, splash, splash, stopped peered over the edge, and out trotted the green man, walked a bit faster, splash, splash, then at the laburnum tree, ‘treasure..steady the helm….crunch,arrrrrggggghh….roar’, a puff of white smoke drifted up from the beach. A white hat walked, through the wood, from the windy coastal path.
.......................................
In the 1800s pippin wood contained a triangle of trees, one caged, and grass snake to scare the public. Kept by Wllm Adams full of narcotic plants. In 1547 Sir Clive Adams, found a ‘Cyder dragon’, whilst approaching shore, was attacked, ‘Ye serpent sped loose into the cliff’

The Smell of a Party

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Let me tell you about being a headmasters son (esp. large, juniors, high town, C+E), you have to be respected (by all), know everybodies business, but do you get the perks ‘faf’, but if theres trouble in the town. I deal with it, amongst others.
Progress in a town, is like growing crystals, then a war hits, (refugees pour out of a pipe), like gypsies, and the vultures move in. A lot of women try to try to carve me off, with sissy over, nice girl over, or some monogamy ‘to cover up what goes on’.

Having escorted the woman Hattie had palmed onto me , Ding, Ding, Nina, 'Welcome ', Mrs N.Nanar, (motivator (battyman), attempts to motivate us, the led (maxiputions). Buttymen in the dirtbag middleclass say ‘witch’)

The smell of a party hit me, murmours, Diarmuids party, for his third brain growing silo at the end of the lawn, filled with keepsakes, mojos, boobitrapped with party-poppers., ‘bang’. Hattie awakened, caramel shoes, rubber tube, NO2 and Helium cylinders, head on skirting.
J.Vegas lay creased in the corner laughing. Hattie, silly smile, ambled out, staggered, brisker, ran. I whistled, four scurrying feet bounced, ‘roooooowolf’, knickers, knees, dangling dog, tumble ‘neat little trick that’
Coy creature clinging to bush, psychology is all about lie detecting. Like all dirty old crime. In space…..scream. I ”cellar or attic?”
Bullseye pencil (at the door), the attic, green lianas, pungent, varigated leaves, ‘green man on table’, “woman” her eyes opened, joined to his head.
I clapped down the escape.

(back in the laboratory) Pop, Hattie ‘hold the girl wllm’, phosphor, flash, tangerine lava the green wall breathed, ‘Mandrake’, 6’ 8, brain of a child, 12 inch feet, stood in the light, outside a tree creaked. Hattie “pony”
The food elevator descended as I, Mrs Nanar, Craig (Charles) and Johny Vegas in a line slid over the lawn.

Diarmuid arrived at the house.

Ozzy Osborne sitting in the drawingroom in a chair in a long coat, and Sirius spectacles looks up at the balcony…….to be co

Lady hayrydge (hayrudge), apparently ‘did fynde an old wizened apple tree, plante 30 more in a triangle’ (31 trees in Eden) at bases a greek letter, Cuthbert fetched ‘a serpent to slyde through the apple trees’ of pippin wood, ‘and why does he fail’, becomes a knight

The mission

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Eric (Idle) 'bleedin, monkeys wanted me to join their order' (ref No.1), Andy (Kane), 'yes, theres thousands of us, Anna' 'Yes their would be', Colin looked out of the window, Anna 'hoppin Bernard', they left for Knightsbridge to look for his tie, in a speedy slate grey french convertible...
I walked............An orange hummer, lept over the railings, see-through, green changed, to zebra, 'parcel delivery mans, chamelion car, fantastic', through the bollards, snake like through the public, the flesh cringed through a puddle, it swept to a halt, and its dynamic body, lay flat out by the edge of the Thames. Parcel delivery man motto:' the precious should be the safest'. 'woww', and I ventured towards the cars open door, the window fell forward, a parcel fell into my hands, the door clicked. Hatties voice 'This parcel will self destruct in 10 seconds, 654, no really, it started to smoke, the cover became transluecent, 'A dim persons conquest of sex' by a barnstaple waiter. 'Your mission if you choose to accept it'. The car began to go red. To find the whereabouts of the grand temple of chakraganges 'the striptease music started, the car turned yellow, people looked round,..........'My ancestor, with an army of huffle-puffs, crossed the holy-land, armies fled from their path'........the fenders lifted, a headlamp glanced.......................the bottom of the parcel bom, bom, bommed, to the kettle drum''ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!', and two rivelets of steam, spewed from the top', and the car winked at me, .........Eric (Idle), travelled to India, found the grand temple, joined the order, and never passed on the whereabouts to anyone'................two pink dots and a tie appeared on the bonnet..................the windshield looked up, the bumpers, pim pim, pim......and in a loud voice, 'You want to see the bird at the green table starkers', the metal cringed. The tawny haired beauty looked round her spectacles, and put her book down, and stood up.....then the car went round in a tight circle, outside wing mirror, waving to the crowd.........my hands bubbled the cover sagged, the whole thing was turning into KY jelly..... the left flicked ky jelly, the right flicked ky jelly, and the middle bubbled over my hands. I poppped the parcel into a pillarbox, 'but they'll be reward in guarding her some of the way', I turned 'dreambird, dreambird, dreambird, dreambird, bubble, bubble,, like a dripping tap. Heart beating, drumlike, racing, where was she, her shirt blew up, crowds, I don't chase after women, so I hired a couple of joggers, they jostled, her jumper, slipped, fat ladies pressed them down, she looked into her hands a passport photocopy, scribble, 'I'd very much like to acompany you, I shall not molest name-...................in anyway signed', she hid it, I 'the parcel is a rogues....', girl 'so you want to see me starkers, 'starkers?', I, 'yes.....we cannot go back to my house', girl 'right, then come and meet my friends...', I '...shall we do it here...', girl, '..nice......do you like pippins?', I, 'can't we do it by the railtrack......well, yes!'
(ref No.1.;The Rutles or the monkeymen)

The code

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The Code
In the crypt of st saviours church, with upturned nose, lay the stiff remains of Lady Hayrudge, chainmail bonnet, st georges surplus, perfectly preserved in an airtight plastic case. Mel, Felicity, Bernard, and Kerry, stared in awe at the perfectly preserved face, 'it's Hattie'.
Sir Ian McKellan 'In essence its not very amusing to lift plots, and make them amusing', we walked out onto the pavement, 'Anna', Anna, 'Hello all', Anna Ryder-Richardson in sirius spectacles. I am here with Colin, Eric Idle, and Andy (Kane), you haven't seen them', across the square ignored by most, the voice of Bob Monkhouse, came floating over the crowd, a giant flook, stood behind a raised newspaper stand, a small boy in spectacles on his side with laughter, 'hello mr monkhouse', said felicity, Flook, 'ah ridiculous', a macdonalds cup (magically) appeared on Kerrys nose. I said 'Bob', an eye gazed my way, and he carried on making awful jokes about Babara Windsor, a light blue 6ft balloon, bobbed up and down, its top just peeping at the flook. Winifred dressed as a banana split, with a big badge that read tour guide, said 'neighbours......', Kerry pointed her stick passed through winnies legs, 'hologram'. The London Old Indian Fair. I set off along aside road, a billboard read 'dance of the darkest mole', Winifreds brown eyes, above a costume, comprising little more than furry gorilla sleeves. Blocked steps led down to a door marked HRH, inside, across a darkroom, of circular tables, behind a curved stage, a dark green curtain, with eight brown feet, at the bottom, eight white eyes peered through the middle, 'members only Sir'. Out I strolled, past a small screen, 'a small man, with a remarkable life, guided by an invisible missile, very, very, disturbingly, life like, back to the square.
A pirate captain swaggered and sat on one of the benches. No one crossing the square, was saved from flook's scorn, except the pirate. He'd sent the small boy off to buy him lighter fuel, and was trying to persuade someone to pick a pocket. When a stretch humber pulled into the curb, sirius spectacled Barbara and Mike Reed, climbed out, not holograms, and started a slanging match. Felicity pretended to argue with them, Joana joined her, and flook gave a quick look down, Flook, 'moving on.....'

Stretch your enemies

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Four hand in paw, wondering along the Charing cross road, Kerry on her wheelchair. Anna posed on the cover of lifestyle magazine, in just maroon knickers, and roll of wallpaper. A blonde, grimly, loaded with papers, (Felicity), 'jk, jk .............ways to make money', felicity expressed, jk 'yes', she backed, 'please', jk 'ah', Felicity, 'Joana these are from my temple, well apart from you (I)'. But, lost among a sea of pressing faces, backed, went to a pocket, and Kerry hit her with a magazine, through the doorway, turned click a flashlight, we followed her through, far off music, in the dark, coughing, a cackle....
The words of Chakraganges
In the dark, stretch your enemy- accept only the best- use a saw motion to your goals- 'play the Englishman' -don't hit a friend, meditate (oolong tea)....
.......a white headbandage, brown claret room, when the merk had cleared Mel(smith) stood there poking the fireplace with a stick, and Roy sat with an owl in a cage, and a man with two snakes, had an eye on me, 'hello', he said. The intelligent make money, there not artistic, brave, or inventive. I better fetch Barnabus, 'behind a barmaid picture, bending as anyone lent over the bar,, from the wall, Barnabus the inn-keeper stepped into the spotlight. 'Mugs in, bars closed', 'like a pint of beer?' said Roy. A towt bounded into the room, Orange wllm and mothy coat, checked waistcoat with cats, cows, and god knows what else floating about, the badge, :sirius spectacles with black glimmer:, wavy trews, knee-high socks, two big orange fly buttons, platforms, button holed with mandrake, cuff to collar, with sirius, musical, bendy, dynamic, comedic, fluffy, and chewable spectacles.
Two stone age arrowheads held them to your head. 'Spectacles, spectacles, spectacles, spectacles for the London Old Indian Fair, on every side, come one, come all.
My cook winifred had bought a pair of these very spectacles, ruby (gold tinted), and black frame for her new job. She'd disappear in a hispano sueza, in the morning with Sid and his Employer, to London. Since Djibouti, Ethiopia, Somalia, and Tanzania, had merged visas. The Bongo express, had been running from Brixton, London (Cliffs Somalia holiday company), traveling deep into Africa to the end of the black peoples river, a big smile on the side, 'Track and field', a chrome chasis, big radiator, miligras, mojos, lenticular pictures, masks, bells, horns and mirrors, carried Winifred through the crowd, claxon, horn and conche on the outside. Rastas, nuns, 3 tier lengthwise beds, and pie machine on the inside. It roared out of town, Winifred smoking her long stemmed cherry pipe, to the singing of '(honey) badger onboard', through the golan pass,, around the suez canal. Can I have those black spectacles, 'you can for the conche', was the reply, and we left, eight of us with a pair.

The house at fudge corner

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Sat in the big chair, wrestling with an idea, I needed venture capital.

Philosophy
You don't spend money because of wolfs
You spend money because of wolfs
The makers, mill-owners, production workers, miners...
The shakers, artists, inventors, repairmen......
To beat the wolves, you've got to have shakers
Communism puts makers above shakers, and poverty results

I went for a walk in pippin wood. The mainly apple wood surrounded, the house of Felicity (Kendall), 'and what about you Alan', 'men, men, men', re-hersals!, the horse laughter of Kerry carried through the wood. 'Knock, knock', Felicity, 'Lee, you bought me a magazine', I said 'Pippins gorgeous'. Nag shampa, comfy chair, Robinsons orange juice.
Felicity fudge, fire, aping, then pile on
Kerry fudge, flame, aping then pile on
Lee fire, fudge, flame, aping then pile on
and I sat I suppose to provide interesting conversation. Hair permed, ears rubbed, girth proded, past the hand-made Buddha, felicity led us to a corrigated, old brick donkey stable, he trotted out, smiling pig, chewing apples, from a bucket. Venturous goose. Bernard, who was allowed to dance in the wood, sat sad on a stone, 'come with us'.
I've always said, joy in your qualities, take yourself seriously, charge your extreme bodily barriers............and I was the sensible one at the back.
Lee held Bernards hand, the reins of Kerry and donkey, and Mrs Kendall, picked up the tail, and they sang, 'wondering through the windy, whirly, wood, we go....on a summery summery, sunny, way we know, Leathery trees, bumble bees, and upto are knees in sloe........................My dingaling, My dingling', across the glade under the red chestnut, through the grass, along the old white clay path, under roots, around trees, splitting, converging, and halt, eeor and piglet, stopped accross the bridge, the rest dangled their legs, over the edge, and white rivelets spun, and eeor went to the toilet. Beyond the foxgloves on the other bank, Stephen fry, Ron weasley, and Harry potter. Felicity, 'Stephen fry is that you on the see-saw', Stephen, 'felicity', Felicity, 'catching minoes', Stephen, 'the cream........up, down, up, down', a vortex of swallows swept above the bridge,. I had already limbered up a chestnut tree, 'hoy, steady'. Felicity picked up a snail and threw it into the sage, a distinct crack. The donkey started (jumped ,ran away), scream, over a log, we pat, patted, down the hill, brushed by Rowan, twirling junipers, piles of leaves whisked up over our ears, a great bustard stalked into the path, followed by more, and more. The donkey trotted into a square of buttercups. Dan Dan the electrical-man, stick in hand, drove the birds on.
Other people tell, 'take the removal men' of being chased by evil black flying, spikey demons from entrance to the house. Lee Evans foot falls came clum, clumping from behind, Winnie rode between on her tricycle, hair in bunches, through twirling juniper, the undergrowth, and nettles...We climbed into a cart of straw, and just looked across the river...In the giant flowers by the fence, the garage, 'slug move', felicity chucked it into the lupins, and beyond into the thistles, and shouted at the heavens 'you will not make a camp out of pippin wood'
'see-saw in the dark, see-saw in the dark'

The journey home

Kerry

The dangerous voyage of the infant spacemen

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Lawrence + Anna come into the hall
Stephen, whipped out a camcorder, Stephen, 'sit still', Tony puts his hands in his pockets, and crosses his legs. '.
Stephen ' Ahhhhhh, Anna smile', she slips away, bounce, bounce, bounce, upstairs, 'damn' Stephen
Hattie turns the gas light and is lost in the corner
'Lawrence Lewellyn', 'Tony, Diarmid', 'Lewellyn, ah Lawrence, I love you','Stephen'
Anna, 'h...um' the chestnut lavatory, and pushes a frame along the wall.
Drang, drang, (Welsh)'hoose that the little window opens', Dafit, 'Anna', Anna, 'dafit.....Wat ya doin', Dafit, 'I come ta tell you the lanes awash'
Anna (English)-'Stephen the roads awash, (Welsh), Oh no..... the track awash', Dafit, 'and the young Gareth is helpin me', Anna, 'down the end of the garden, young Gareth helpin you, young Gareth is that you right the way down the end of the garden'
Gareth, 'yes Mrs Anna Ryder-Richardson'
Dafit, 'I here ya have Mr Evans, stayin at the house'
Anna, 'its beautiful, ohhh you should here him at the temple singing like an innocent.....golden ruff and?..oh luvly'
Anna, 'will you come help at the fair, they'll be a lot of mud'
Anna, 'oh the fair.. .. helter skelter and the ponies, lovely,.... embroidery till Wednesday, to get Mr Evans in his socks'
Dafit 'we've got no traction'
Anna, 'no..........???????, No traction', 'ohhhwwwwhh'
Anna, (English)-'Stephen they've got no traction at the fair.', Stephen 'ohhh'
Anna (Welsh)-'I've massive feet for squidgin, through the mud, but its such a little window, I'd come right now'
Dafit, 'you couldn't fit through that little window, thats what lee Evans says'
Anna, 'owwwwwwwwwwwh, wwwwwwwwwwhhhhhhlee, Evans hs daft, look at my waste, I'm just a little girl'
Dafit, 'ohh...h..hhhhum',
Anna, 'afernoon, I wen swimmin in the lake'
Dafit, 'I would of said sturdy'
Anna, 'well eccsactly'
Lee, 'Annas too long for my car'
'oh tis you lee'
Lee 'ho no I said Anna was to long for my car'
Dafit, 'Mr barrington at the bank arranged the traction'
Anna, 'has he raised the tent, Gareth'
Gareth, 'Ryder....pitter, patter, pitter, patter'
Gareth vanishes in the rain
Anna, 'ca.......ca........ca...........oh there he is'
Dafit, 'oh head office is a bit soft on Mr barrington
Lee Evans 'somebody up there loves him'
Anna, 'oh come on in for a warm, cold, and wet, and you on your bike,'
Dafit, 'no, no, no, we must be going,' taking his bicycle, Dafit, 'I'll shine my torch along the way, if you don't mind Mrs Anna,
Anna, 'go carefully good day...', Dafit'.good day', ' good day Mrs Anna Ryder-richardson',,,,,tring.....tring---------------------------
Hattie rushes in rain flies around her
Nicholas (Henson) 'Christine this, is Lawrence.............Tony',
Tony 'have a hot chestnut'
Hattie trips to the diningroom,
Diarmuid heard a scream, 'Stephen', both follow it.
Tony sucks cushion, 'fine! they've disappeared'. Tony films the fire place, puts a chestnut on the chair, and climbs to the fire mantle, a quails egg in one hand,
Nicholas and Christine lie in cellar, taking two lighter,s he flicks sparks from one into the flame of the other...............stars!'
bounce, bounce, bounce........Anna, 'hi tony, who got ya curtain'
Tony, 'oh Mrs hayridges fine curtain?...', tilts glass and points to a picture of hatties green ancestor, on the wall
(Anna,) 'Lawrence', Lawerence, 'dangerous voyage of the infant spacemen, come, I'm famished'
Anna, 'what e be a here a doin up on tis stool', Lawerence, 'yeah , what ya doin up, on that stool, with ooty and the liquirice', Tony 'I am testing the dimensional travel this egg to that nut', Lawerence, 'if I move the chair', Christine 'fire', dances in front of the fire, Tony 'quails egg, chestnut...'.
Tony puts camcorder on his chin and rolls up his jumper. Nicholas sits under chakraganges. Anna 'lets have some food', Tony, 'oh be their in a minute'

The procession of spiders

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The procession of spiders into the diningroom a huge 'H' of tables, Bernard crept after them, kerry followed. Diarmuid and his wife on the chairs along the side, sat eating cake. The arachnids scuttled directly for them.
Bill peered through the louvre window, eight limbed, sopping wet, two rubied, one emerald, the gorgeous mrs N.Nanar, with him. Stephen lept, Hattie lept, Tony jumped the rivelets of fire died, and the curtain rolled its last. Stephen 'Hoorah'. The Gavins, leap accross, the table, and Diarmuid heads for the hall. Kerry 'food', Bill 'Oh terrific spread'. Kerrys gaze fixed on a gigantic spider, ejecting 4 feet yellow liquid jets, turns back, leans arm, throws cake, hits bernard, and 'splish' the spider wriggles, fump to the floor. A scotch egg sails back. Bernard lifted his head to see the queen atop a tiered cake. 'Kerry!'.To Be Cont........
Anna Ryder-Richardsons electric gwent
Take typical pretty, well painted, CYMRU town, drive out the English, paint oldest parts with red oxide, and pump verdi, eistedfoord, through the natural contours, also water-soluable, red oxide works well on cliffs and grass lands.

The Great Storm

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Pitch black; leaves had floated beside the house for hours. The phosphor lighting illuminated, Kerry sitting, asleep at the base of the stairs, with a great brown book on her tummy. The oak outside creaked in the heaving, banging wind, that flowed over the houses and gardens. Hattie on the phone, head on the stuffed bear in the library.
Hattie, 'Oh Stephen, Christine won't be here for another hour',Anna 'Ah, Hattie'.
Mrs Hayridge moved the cat by the kneck and placed him in the waste paper basket.
Anna, 'Owwwwu' As the gate, swung into Annas back. Anna, 'Oh the flowers'..Chamelias, Rhodordendrons, and Geraniums blocked her path to the porch.
Anna 'You piggy-wiggy', shoving a gnome away from the door. (clock) 'Dong Deng', (Kerrys dream) 'Waves, thundering, banging down on her fathers boat'
The cat hist, kerrys eyes fell on feet across the hall. 'Mr Barnums Assistant, come out from behind that curtain. A little middle eastern gentleman, with a round white beard appeared, Bernard (Mr Barnums assistant). Special flavoured Zoo Poo, stood at her feet, 'Oriole, Bowerbird, Bird of Paradise,....... Tamarind', snorted, flipped her head to one side, fixed stare, and the bast cat span backward round the gramaphone.
Rain pelted, flew into every eve, a yellow figure stood at the window, lightning flashed.
Mrs Nanar smiled beyond the darkness.
The clatty clayroof of Diarmuid, Diarmuid, 'come on darlin the boy will keep', the garden illuminated, as they drove out.
Mrs Nina Nanar tip-toed under the lawn to the gazebo (previous owners), behind the shed. Her white eyes fall on a monk, cranking a dynamo, as the lights begin to glimmer, and fade in the house, crash, Bill 'Crypes', glance, Bill, 'Your all black, wearing false teeth, and not very much atall', the figure shouted,
Bill, 'come for the party,...Cancelled....you'll be the stragglers'
Stephen peering from the window, Stephen, 'ah Diarmuid and his wife, that makes 14'
Lawrence (Lewellyn) placed a box next to Rob and Craigs scrumped pippins. Anna, 'Lawrence wonderful, you've come', Lawerence, 'Anna''
(Tony)'Ah Ah Ah......fol'. Tony lumbered across the drive. Tony, 'I am afraid the drives full around the back under the geraniums'.
William in his yellow sailor coat, led Mrs Nanar through the greenhouses. Vespas split the couple as they passed my cowslips. Bill, 'The doors locked!'', Nina, 'foofff, um strawberries yum,yum......Well', Nina settles eating strawberries. Hattie strikes a match the great curtain flames. Stephen 'Piss', Stephen grabbed, Kerry tried to hook. The jardineer toppled, and giant spiders scuffle accross the floor. Tony grasped something firey, sweeping it before, the creepy crawlies, lolloping over the floor. Bernard pulled the curtain cord they closed, Bill, 'flame in the hall', William stood up. Newspaper stuck to her botham they left for the house.To Be Cont............
Anna Ryder-Richardsons Fowl feather dryer
Two, well loved duffers, stuff them with food for the night, stick them in the smaller bedroom. Sow two thin duvets together, place soggy bags of clothing in plastic bags, in the middle, with clear plastic tubes come up through the duvet, to channel the steam. Leave overnight. A spiritual, warm, and natural dryer, for woolies. Clothes dry, as turns cold, couple huddle, under heavy insolation.

ST Patricks Day

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And now grappling fans, Tonights main event, the contest you've all, been waiting for, between, the technosmythie, in the orange corner, The green dart, crowd 'wooooooo', I maybe known first amongst my grappling fans, known for for my 30 minute, submissions, ...........in the other corner, the flying dutchman, cheer, ...........the rocket....6 in the ring at anyone time, Mrs Nanar the asian fudge, lapped up the support on the side of the ring, Haystack the eye;....and no cheating, ding, ding,.....,Hatties fighting name, who performs to the music of 'wipe-out', sprung from the other corner, and moved about me, her other name the rex of die nasty, - performing the smethic strawberry, Hattie 'I here you love me', she said, she read me from the balcony, 'I'll hide alright, and when I turn my back', I ran to her back, whitccccchhh, gfffmphf. The tiger, a week in traction, with colour tv, a bed that had recently been wiped out, I tasted my comfy blanket. I found a very attractive asian girl at the hospital shop, who I'd begun to paint, she liked 'deathtrain', Mr Evans from caerphilly lay in the next bed, 'the unlucky monkeys', rugby union fan, Anna Ryder Richardson clumped down the corridor, Anna , '.............I got two tickets to fly away,...Africa...I've got this bloke and we're so alike in so many ways........The ladies walk around topless, buffalo steak, ........such a fine man, smiling all the way home.....dark black motorbike dust, hewn valleys, mud baths, tribal dancing, my cylinders will be fully charged............', Mr Evans the stationmaster started to laugh, I 'Going to the summer fair!.',Anna, ',oh sweethearts, gentle people, the bargains and the best cooking in the area, and 4 days away, a lot of love goes into those pies, I'll be nice and safe', I 'but what of the digital snappers, click pic, and of to reuters......Supposing you get a bug for Africa....', 'I am in here for three weeks' said mr Evans. (Anna,) 'Think, what are the chaconias like in the summer house, sit up, here comes Mrs Nina Nanar, Magazines flump onto my aching belly, slap Nina,'your looking cheery, oh,hh sitting', quite a girl, If only I could get a piece of clothing I could break this voodoo, we have a spare of all things precious, like two eyes, and Nina had eight, the gorgeous mrs n.Nanar, would pick me up and pull my legs of one by one, I hid my nose beneath the bed clothes, raised my eyebrows, and glared at her, she looked at the ceiling, Nina, 'hwwwrrrraahhrrrrr', her eyes flagged. Anna, 'Well your never alone, Lawerence (lewellyn) fell backwards,, with no one to land on, he's come out quite bad'. Anna looked at me and we both gazed at Mrs Nanar, she had a pile of white, glossy, 'surveys', I “something big”, Nina ”oh you wouldn't, it's my guide', I 'your writing', cream in mouth, Nina 'yeth, Now Magazine', flup pulls away half the magazines, takes the one at the bottom, flip, flip, Nina 'the cow, grrrrrwwwhhhh, the yellow tart'. I 'Well'. I am in traction the Doctor lays me, in a box of 3 inch polyurethane balls, it goes up and down and vibrates'. I looked like an elland out of the window. Recuparating in the garden of Mrs Hayridges home, through the birch trees at the end of the garden lived the Indian lovely Mrs Nina Nanar, in the left half of an enormous house, in the identical right lived Mrs Melinda Messenger, to the right, the slat fence daubed in red and yellow stripes, was the home of Mr Barnum and his assistant Bernard. To the right Christopher 'Mrs Nanar fancy a game of cricket', Mrs Nanar swam in the stream, where I sometimes chucked stiff, green, horse-chestnuts at her, the current as subtle as the Ganges, and under she'd go. The laughter at the summer fair, could be heard accross the houses, pies, Anna returned with a huge pile of food.
St Patricks driving off the toothache serpents
Toothache for anyone escaping abroad is a night mareThe elements seem to be full of serpents. The Egyptians said that toothache was the serpent in the muddy clay of the bank. I found carving, with a compass on a rough heal, the seal of solomon adds gravity to my heals serpent control.
Idea One. Flush then out by holding KY jelly in the mouth, and this is where the fun comes in a pebble, this will stop you needing water, so keep your gums dry hopefully.
Idea Two. Close your mouth and suck your bottom lip, against the serpents. Maybe a seal of solomon on the lip outside.
Idea Three. Overdose on 4 asproclear or 4 ibruprofen, at 4 p.m each day, this is medically unadvisable because it makes the stomach bleed, but do it for a while and it helps the next.
Idea Four. Put a knife in your mouth, because the lightning ( and maybe something to do with it ), 'and repeat in a west country accent. This special cornish charm 'Peter, sat on a marble stone weeping, christ came past and said what aileth thee peter, christ my lord my god my tooth doeth ache, arise oh peter go thy way thy tooth shall ache no more.'
Idea Five. Now something St Patrick would have been proud of, tap the back of your heal, clench your teeth, straighten your bones, lie on the ground, to conduct the vibrations, and drive only the painful serpents away from your teeth, possibly drive them to a sharp fall where they will not return for, for sometime, alternatively lie on the ground and let someone dance round your head in a similar way.

Humbridge, in the county of Hayridge

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(Tony) 'have you got any of those Joe 90 tapes?', I 'Nicholas talking about cricket.'
Tony (Slattery) went off to the garden
Lee and Sheila(Fergusson) singing in the temple, constant similarities drove the rest of us mental. So, off to humbridge, a lovely town with fine women. Hattie scampered round accompanied by an army of huffle-puffs, and biker girls with tattoos at the top of thier arms. Sometimes, I picked up strays in the garden, who had an interest in techno-shamanry. She and Stephen were a rough couple, as I stood talking to Ted and Mel (Smith) in their cortina. They (Stephen and Hattie) stood in the news agent, one with a cornetto beneath, her curvy hair.
For elemental travel, I aim for three target groups, all of which seem fairly fundamental.
The first Christine, newsagent (a muther), see through black shirt, black bra, oblong spectacles, the dog bashfully peering round the counter. Muthers- Adult, who say yay or neigh to the schemes of the childish, I.e kings, bishops, children etc. Caring, honest, realist, Home light on lonely highway. Stephen (Strawberry- appears after train wrecks) independent organizers (organizes prison visits possibly). Hattie (White triangle) supposedly beyond the mob, inoffensive ideas, not hated by realist enemies, was watching Christine...Hattie 'Lifestyle magazine....come to my home'. Christine looked innocently into her refrigerator, then stacking shelves from box, 'you know that young techno-smythie', 'Yep'. The house was becoming quite full. The day after that, I came down, to find a gap in Nina's bedroom door, their lay Nina face against pillow, arm jutting out of bed, in a cardigan, and pyjama top, and perched clumped in blankets, sitting on her bottom, Paddington Bear, eating marmalade, with a silver knife glinting, claws dug into her thigh, a trunk and pair of brown eyes, came to the door, and click.
The day I moved India
Imagine. If you can Queen Victoria, spinning along a plank, balanced by Prince Albert, rotating round a pole with thousands of tiny Indians climbing a rope.
Take a silicon chip, hang it from a string it may drop toward Silicon Valley, take two, and put them on a pendulum, and they invariably point; in most elements, to thier origins.
Take another pendulum, this with the anti-dreary angle.
Attach the pair to boosters, fire one into the stream of the other and the culmination, at India. They combine to push the dreary British Raj away.
I mounted similar devices on each coast pushing toward the Himalayas.
Me being influenced by Hinduism, reasonably high up, discovering the anti-dreary angle, and knowing the other targets, maybe the only person to attempt this.

Pretty Knights in shining armour,

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B. a Chair
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Knights in shining armour, below the standard torch, pretty Anna Ryder-Richardson stood, in the half light, Anna, ‘awful’, unhidden, doing their duty, and the grim traps. Always rushin. I prefer the Ninja,
Undercover, letting the heat rise’ I liked the idea of blending, then striking, like Mrs Hayridge did in the library, Anna ‘I arrived on Mrs Hayridges' door with packing case in hand’, said Anna,‘first she wouldn’t recognize me, then after several journeys to the library, she pinned me down. Whilst reading a Dennis Wheatley novel, the devil rides out’…..Hattie ’ cardinals folly, very respectable’….’knife a pot of strawberry preserve at the breakfast table, now she’s like a niece, and things, we both loved as children’
How to build a lucky mojo
Find your twins gather common loved, objects from your childhood, as this is closer to your entry into the world, place Tonka beans, ‘molly’, bergamot’, between them, and pour in the clear plastic resin.

Hatties painting

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Stephen Fry sat with his feet on the sideboard, straw in a bottle of coca-cola, books piled heavily, and ‘bergamot’ the faun porcelain cow sitting at the edge of Mrs Hayridges’ ‘Gainsborough’. Hatties painting had disappeared of to London. My painting of Mrs Hayridge ‘sitting with a cat and doing a big jigsaw, was being admired by Mr Stephen (Fry) and Tony ‘in one of his casual, purple velvet jackets. Who asked me 'have you seen anything of Mrs Nanar just lately'. Mrs Hayridges progressive books, Mr Fry’s mutterings of 'this definitely can’t go on'. The sci-fans, we’d occasionally meet, when, we went down the pub, with Mrs Hayridge (Dreambird), the workshop, being full of flasks, and blackboards, and the cook being a west indian witch, lead to my interest in techno-shamanry.
The devils fire
Twice as many long or thin pipes exact target, thick or short pipes, bring in charge, put a dreary reflector, so it unpleasant and point it at your enemy.

Beyond the gates of Mrs Hayridges home

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and in the hall, the great figure of chakraganges, the six armed orangutang, resplendent on his podium, moto below, ‘Hear no evil’.
Mrs Hattie Hayridges relative in green, ariel bike, before the war, with stout chin on the wall. Tony slattery lost in banarama in the basement. My mag. The dangerous voyage of the infant spacemen, in the wood box,
‘about interstellar travel’.
As I stood there, Mrs Hayridge explained the customs and way of chakraganges,

‘When man first placed his foot on the earth, he searched anywhere for a god. Go about openly in public and you’d be mugged…………but questions of the spirits………………..anyway, so all religions from foundations possibly flawed.
’Chakraganges , new you came into this world as yourself, and you die, and will return to your own, as you’ll cluster after the same things. So, we gather, me and my non-biological family in the temple of chakraganges…..an annex

Chakraganges

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The six armed orangutan
'Curing ill'
On to the lawn, which on this day, was occupied by the glorius, Mrs Hattie Hayridge (Dreambird), Atkinson-wood appearing from the gate, A-W, ‘Miss Hayridge coming to whack a few balls about’. Mrs Hayridge tired of Techno-shamans for the day, had come to examine, our cowslips, to spread along her green house.‘I have been, along the winding river, my eyes following every branch to the tip, but no cowslips’.
I, ‘Oh well have a cucumber sandwich, and theirs cricket in the field’, Hattie, ‘hazelnuts’, she’d left, slipping through time, as she went. I’ve always blamed this, on being a head-masters step son, she is gorgeous though.(Untrue as my aunties a barmaid, and uncle an old hoodlum)

Chakraganges.
' Cure of induction'
The techno shaman law of induction- When an object like gold travels in a pipe, the water its carried along by tends to act like a cog, and pull, an inductive current in the area around it.
i) Replace the gold with chakra shapes.
ii) Use Ganges water, which unlike all other water known, kills 99% of all germs.
iii) Use the body chakras as places to gain an inductive current.
Aloft, a reservoir of water pours down into 3ft clear plastic/rubber pipes, secured to your chakras, with suction cups, using foot and hand pumps to pump the water back up.

Interference caused by Devil worship

Often devil worship interfers with the Smythe. Unsuitable people, gaining access to higher-powers and sending evil spirits. Especially groups run by one or a couple of blokes.

So you must build some naturalizing focuses in the Smythe it maybe as much as hanging up a pentagram, or best the picture of Lucifer(See- Lucifer article below)
Foreign dieties, might protect you, and code might protect you from locally conjured demons.
If so try www.luckymojo.com.
Drying the place with a de-humidifier, fan air onto sand, and heat the sand, so the condensation falls into a bucket, will limit conduction.
I tap my heal, and point the tap toward the back of the enemy mono-technics.
(mono-technics: items made by an undefined person, a day, a time, a place, designed by a single person(economically aqcuired).
(Sometimes, etch a star of david onto the heal, if thick soles)
Sound proof underlay?.

Isms
Isms are my pet hate, if one thinks of hiding in ones techno-smythe, knocked up and down.
Then some monster, puts up a machine, and it goes on and on, and guardian angels, well secured joins, and well layed out work are ruined. Thats why I like rolling tumble weed, and spongy dreary wave, cushion and diffracting items (See- Fame article above).
I prefer to have sails, which move the boat, and you choose the direction.

Suspended on a velvet couch, on a piece of string, in a faraday cage, dry mystic air, the dark strobe, floatation tank, on a pile of tonka beans, in a big garden, surrounded by tumble weeds, and anti-dreary shields( See-Fame article).
Don't live on the edge, in ism land, live on a pile of money, or spend as soon as it comes in.
What you love first, and save the worst till last.

The sphere of the shaman FFTMC
As, we all haven't Avebury on our doorstep.

A quick defence,
i) Cover yourself with a singular non-protective conductive substance, find yourself a clear area run, across the area, and at the culmination of your run, copy the protective sphere, your body created, as you travelled accross the area round the area.
ii) Now, as Techno-shamans know your body has areas, which are subjected through life to fine control, or repetition(stronger).
So redo the above, and allow these areas of the body, to form the shield.
iii) Now realize your at centre, ground zero, of the sphere. So you need to be off on one side, so jump, not in a particular direction.
iv) Now realize you have a huge uncamoflagued bubble around you. Fill the bubble sphere with a dusting like one way car windows
v) Now disguise the outside, with a body sphere looking in another direction.
Whilst doing this extend the inlets like chimneys away from your enemy, place these in more disguising chimneys, winding inside and outside the sphere.
vi) Now from my own experience its best to have benefical gaps, and not neccassarily a sphere shape, so discontinue the need to be united, and allow the sphere to reform.

There you've got a Marshal Quaid sphere.

Random deviation

I had a friend,
In the ego searching days, at the turn of the bond years. Who used a form of randomness to set the entire course of his life. He mapped out the worlds airports. Some have only a few destinations, but the major ones, are hubs, with destinations in all directions.
He'd pick up a plant by the roots, at the first, add cosines, add sines of the root tips when flipped upside down. Divided sines and cosines by the number of roots, and found a compass direction on the map.
Travel to the airport, and stay there for a given time, then from the airport, he'd travel back to the hub, find a plant, and a new destination, unless it to was a hub, where it pull up a plant.

Plant root direction, finding is a good method, of techno-shaman randomness.

Far from the maddening crowd 2
Getting rid of excessive brainwashing. Aboard one of these jets, a wild spinning roulette wheel might be spinning, with each number covered by separate drugs, overdose, normal, or none, and spun hourly?. The roulette wheel could be adjusted be a techno-shaman to give a better number output. But in a sense perhaps a good starter to finding your plant at the airport.
The drugs in random amounts to break down the growing accustoming to drugs from regular usage, and maybe the addiction?.
Sleepers- speed(amphetamines), sleeping tablets, theta stimulators, alcohol
Anesthetics(pain removers)- aspirin (aspro clear), ibruprofen, nitrous oxide(laughing gas), tonka beans(stuck to the body), relieves pain, but magical effects on the upper arms.
Tranquilisers(calmers)-Oolong tea, meditation tape, kava kava, cannabis?, and ultra h3(procaine)
Illusory boundaries- Peyote, morning glory, cider, rum, psiclobin(when available) etc
Ormus- A mystery drug, with mystery effects.
Cordyceps sinesis- Maximises air intake(esp. Before rural activity)

Flames, roots, yeast whatever to create a magical random dosage.

Trip controls
Suck ones bottom lip (watch your teeth), teeth together, breath up ones nose, flatten ones upper palette, straighten eyelids, turn nose right, and upwards.

How to get rid of all TV subliminals

Ugly women against the corporation

Simply put another subliminal beneath, a picture someone you don't care for......
Nice picture + Nasty sub + Picture of someone you don't care for = nasty
Nasty picture + Nice sub + Picture of someone you don't care for = nasty
Thought leaves a bad taste in your mouth, you'll stop watchin TV and do something interesting, and Oh the other two don't exist, really
Then every 60th of a second the following message, ignore all other blips(60th second images)and you can do the same with the sound.

Waiting for the software...........................

Far from the maddening crowd
How to dispell escalating mindcontrol, as mindcontrol is no longer under anybodies control.

The worst place for mind control is the city, because it attracts money, for development.
Things singular to people living in the city..................................
no illusory boundaries, irregular air intake, money centric, no whole food, few guardian angels, not much of interest, blurry adds, subliminals, social barriers, controlled sleep pattern, few natural surfaces, little contact with animals, many repetive tasks, no sunshine, no moonshine, no quiet, mono-technics (made by unidetified, designed by one person, one time, one place).

Thats not all but if you start a full scale attack on the waring of these few, it will be as to nothing compared to the full picture of needless mind control, that blocks your day.

FFTMC1

Techno-mirror

The computer is a pocket of mono-technic puss, and versatile as a rocket from alpha-centuri.

It'll saw endlessly through your barriers, test works that would of taken millenia, operable by many life forms, and creates wonders, in a lipid squat. Blips, subliminals, neurphones, theta waves, psychological cues, magic-eyes, pictorial holographic (esp, spiritual), and moving pictures on mass.

Colour therapy is one area, below I placed images to represent the way blue spirits might be attracted and conveyed along to another target, using 3 lines of pixels, or a line of protective seals etc. If a blue dollar sign attracts, it turns red, the conveyor is blue, my image blue, money comes to me?. Take from mono-technics. At the moment no mass audience outlet.

The Mirror
On the other hand The following- Two twins sat out of sight, linked by webcams, and monitors, they gave forth emotion, the screens had a patern overlayed, in the shape of a giant trumpet moving faster at the base so it amplified at the top. At the top photographs of places the twins loved, with objects that united them, they had come by independently. Of course a great welling of emotion was lifted into toward the top of the screen, calling spirits of the same delineation as the twins, more likely to help, the emotions. It had to be mixed with other peoples emotion to weaken the transmission to avoid predators, but was obviously strongly bonding in both directions, where as the other was singular. Of course with a webcam you could look at yourself unreflected, but have only a singular emotion. Much more work to be continued.......
and I've just animated a blip that goes red- wealth gods green- green- My picture, and loops.

C.H.I.P.s

’My builder ses theres a pig in the hedge’

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Of course means cheap. If you look around your house most of everything is mass produced, and designed by a chain of mono-technics or un-identified, one man, one day, one purpose, all to suit the corporation not the individual, tat.

Computing let 10 people have the ability to do a job instead of 1000. Means its not good tat.
Microchips are created in the synthetic(mamon) environments (which means mono-techno environments, and installed in unaccessible places).
Which is alright for public facilities, but what about private use. A system which brings in computer viruses, and who can explain those viruses, mr mono-technic.
Cyberspace, is the beast, within a beast, a mono-techno pit to fall into.
As soon as a program comes out. A million people new where the Pentium designer spent his holidays.
Its chaotic, unthunk, peculiar, and uncivilized, codswallop.

Flickering shaman smythe

Ye olde smythe local, black and individual. In the half light of the roaring forge, an unique, utilitarian, railing could be forged.
Utilitarian- Because it was forged for the village, it had to suit all beliefs, so the smythe was not protected by guardian angels etc.
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I recently bought an 1850’s Persian oil lamp utilitarian, (town made), probably dedicated to alla. I decided to keep it near unsettled air, with tonka beans inside, as an air filter. As it was made for no such purpose, it, may be utilitarian, but have no unshamanic modern cues
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Well back to the flickering question……
Create lighting for your techno-shaman smythe.
1. Build yourself a blacksmythe forge, with old timbers, use 8 detectors to record an image onto magnetic tape
or
2. Build a similar little device to the one. I put together yesterday. As its for personal not utilitarian use , why not add guardian angels, burn hemp, kyphi, oak, sulphur etc instead of wood. a) Put all burnables in an unhewn stone bowl, set fire to them.
b) Wrap a wading-clay-round a quartz crystal attach to a branch by a string.
b) ii Attach wires to collect output from the quartz, onto a magnetic tape recorder,
c) and hold the quartz above the fire.
After recording the electrical bursts onto tape.

Blank 2/10sec, leave 1/10sec all along the recording.Then you have a strobe.
Which will help you predict the future, and increase your techno-shaman skills, whilst you work. Alternating the strobe speed will help other areas, of your perception.
Convert the sound to light through a bulb?, led or something, and reflect agaist theit of a piece of antique timber? draw the curtains and turn of the other lights.
It repeats, so it will saw through interference, but give your brain decent cues.
Change the tape occasionally as it does get clogged up with interference.

Beyond the confines of techno-shamanry, a Lochness tale

This is purely anecdotyl, you might love, might hate

From camvista lochness these 26 photo shots of thing with three humps, crossing the lake.

Well Adrian Shine of lochness watch believed it driftwood, but, he can verify that they are genuine. Oddities

1. Clearly see, three humps holding back the entire river, whilst dropping 2ft on the other side, complete with rivulets between the humps















2. Bow waves on opposite shore. I don't know whether any craft were near.
3. When enlarged back quarter same colour as bank, front brown, and exactly serpent shaped. Back wave?











4. One the kneck goes underwater, and the force draws in surface water. No the current would need to push from above.

















5. Another humpy wonder, standing out of the water near opposite bank.






6. Going against the current it was damming left to right

Water splattering of the top of the object could be seen.