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.
Wednesday, 24 September 2008
The Spectral Visitor
Escape
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.
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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
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
Friday, 5 September 2008
The mission
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)
