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
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