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