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.