Lucifer! Friday, Lucky for Everyone

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Nuts + Stuff, Sexual Squalor
Interview: Issiah Fartwell talking to Nick HensonUnder interagation sex images are used, powerful with lack of sex. Websense, frigid cows, encourage a rise in the sexually desperate anybody public. By the repression of nice 14 year old girls, naked dreams', 'Rocketbike'
'Women marry millhands at 14, spend life breaking free. 'Scrumpy'
'Live off the public, up the duff with a newbie inside.', 'Sherbert fountain''Beauties lead a lonely life as unapproachable (Mrs Alfred). 'Axe'
Encouraged by witches (ruby tubes), who give us the somme. So others marry well, and fib to husbands. Hence gay vicars, the ludicrous rise in violence against moggies. Why did we bother with pay-sites on the web ,no one knows what a women is 'but me', 'motorhead'
'Jellousy pish its escalastion, When popular women get thier pair out, men aren't after a wife. Women a horn of plenty, tremble, growl, snear, lick thier lips. (husbands, friends, free-style). 'Satan!'





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Thankyou, clips his motorbike helmet.

Out the deep, 'SQUIDS!'

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Undersail, out of the harbour, left foot, clip, passed right foot, clip, the Adriatic, blupul, blupul, ferff, bathe scarfe sub, churned, Hattie and Stephens faces swam by, returned Stephen and Hattie, ‘fabulous’, a golden anchor, ‘it’s mine’, tink, tink, they ascended, black clouds circled the fuzed quartz, two dead lights from below, ‘bubbbbles!’, clang, clang, clang, great a lie down. Bubble, bubble, bubble, reeled, climb, slide, out the deep, across freckled depths, crowning lights, a reef of red+white tenticles, the watchers disappeared, a tentacle raised, lent on the mast yaw, crackle, arms wriggled, ‘a curly one twang took the refrigerator door swung, cucumber eyes stared back, ‘Stephen?’. Bags fanned the Ocean. ‘Cephalapod’ men trotted swiftly, ‘Octopus’, the beam rose, men cannoned through the serving hatch, an arm swayed above Stephen, the bedtime bell was sound, felt in the cushions, lifted the duvet, snatched the monitor. Triangular teeth nipped at the port hole, an eye looked in, a line of clothes, vacuum cleaner, tenticles crept across the corridor. Stephen hurled the harpoon, lance the eye, the shelf snapped, mounting tore, wall, electrical cables, fan heater, printer, Ethernet, internet, Stephen grabbed the external hardrive, computer, fire extinguisher. The scanner bobbed under the waves, vzzzzzzoom.
The steering!, ‘My scanner, oh the pumpkin’, gallet washed, Hattie hatch, Octopus clutched the boat its monacled head twinkled, Branston + beefburger sandwich, ‘yuck’, soda crystals, mustard, baking soda a paper bag, Hattie tong, tong, tong, along the bathe scarfe sub, ‘Octopus!’, mutton head swivelled, deck chairs tumbled, bounce, bounce, bounce, climbed the bathe scarfe. Stephen ticked, ‘So long suckers, horrible, horrible, never want to see it again, never!’. ‘Breathing?’, pink Catherine wheels, round chillipowder fingers rolled outside, bounce. The bridge AUTOSTEER, RAWHIDE, arm round, slip, and wrip, ‘ummmm, brown paper bag, crunch, crunch. 360’ left bang bang, bang life raft inflates, pusssowww, down the deck flip, flop, flap, flip, flip, 30’ right, into the sea, rest, yaw, pitch a row of sailors fell backwards, twirls, Rowe on accordion ‘get em up, RAWHIDE’, shoes lay all over the deck. Suckers peel from the widow, mustard, chilli, splash, Hattie looks over the side, pmmppphhh pumpkin twirls, ‘steam!’, eyes water, pillarbox red, arm raised, whooooosh, tentacle raised, across the sea, pmmppphhh, and twirled, fearless. Mr Rowe hat on the parrot perch, put his false teeth by the fishtank, accordion either side of the chair, opens the louvre doors to bed, pluushhhhh in they go.

descent from Olympia, the row back

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The faustian way, clipped down the rocks, his cane raised a fleece jacket from a bush, 3 ancient men emerged from the church, click, click, click with sticks.
The BBC Lamar and Jupitus merge from a cave. Ladies and Gentlemen Tommy Banner, Pete Budd, John Miles, and Sedge ‘The Wurzels’, Cpt BillBaileys ‘Manglewurzel’, stood on his knee, ‘Well, I thought Willy Nelson’
I drove my tractor through….they chased him round the haystack, a lark flew up a tree, lifted a stick, whooommmmph’,
I’ve got twenty acres,....glorius a sunscorched
again the cane swiped, over he went,
and you got thirty three…
.left, left, left they spread out, the elder, held half way up a stick, a flat iron bowl, bong, whomph, violently dealt crack!, tunk, bonk, collapse,
but I’ve got a brand new combined harvester
edged under the olive groves, stared under his chin bink, whip, the stick,
and I’ll give you the key
he siddled, over he went,
and Stephen bought the cane upto his shoulder. Hattie wandered into Manatoo in a brown paper bag with eye holes, sush, na,na,na, sush, a fishing boat galloped in. From a eery Michael(Rowe) accordion, guilimot, ‘pretty’, Stephen glanced out. Mrs Corelli upon the ‘bull horned’, 8 wheeled bathe scarfe sub, ‘heave, heave, heave’, clunk click, over the hill, she went, clank, clang, rumble, rattle, the town pulled her in, she fell on her face, men jumped out. Hattie climbed into the boat, sat cross legged, Mrs Corelli, sat cross shinned on the Quay. Russety arm on mast ‘ahoy, my love’, ‘a woman’, Stephen rowed, anchors swayed, pole at front moved, ‘ow, I don’t think we’ll go down there’, splash, splash, below a swaying golden bust, with beady blue eyes, ‘give life to the dummy’, 'ward of the evil eye', rowed up the boat.

natural interlude 2

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I approached the rostrum. Of course, to be honest my experience, Eddies nudist club. Eddies house split, boys in one, ladies in the other. One, new members first, came across, disrobed, prizes (prettiest, fastest, biggest etc), showered skipped down the path under the cctvs, TFTs, party poppers, tell the truth, in the bungalow clubhouse, rising to the back a poly-tunnel, at the far end, heated, recycling fan, and barbeque. Drapes on the ceiling to save energy. Silence fell, children stared at the stand, nobody saw Melinda Messenger naked on a dune of sherbert. I, ‘Whats the reason for the pheasant, Sid?’, Sid, ‘I am keeping him warm, for the Queens balcony’, ,I, ‘ahh the workers march’, Sid, ‘more on the gate than last year’,I, ‘the clamber of steel, protestation, mandiarge, brilliant, I bet they’ll be a rough lot, good exercise….and nanny the goat’
Sid, ‘the fudge tent’
The pheasant pub to exist in a BIOME. I stood gob-smacked.
Sid ‘It’ll jack up….5 miles to fetch a drink, Christophers standing for the monster raving looneys’. Christopher appeared.
‘Congratulations, Bravo, Sids told us about the BIOME’, Christopher, ‘I’d rather it was moved to South Cottishal’, Centinel, ‘Heavens, I couldn’t top up my tan’,I, ‘A pity the girls weren’t here…we’d like the BIOME in Germany, Mrs Stomph like a pepperoni……Shorts Annabel brill’, Annabel, ‘Yep panel for my bum, two for my legs for Badminton….. Cloe', Cloe,(Ashcroft), ‘Hello Techno-Shaman’, I hadn’t noticed the brown bodies all around, shortly after the BBC sent me to a psychoanalyst.

Natural Interlude 1

Screaming Lord Such



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Have a glass of wine,
A bright morning a Stutz bearcat prowled between bodies, Annabel (Croft) and I, slipped through the crowds. ‘Sid(large) and Eddie(little)!’, ‘Hello Annabel’, ‘Chilly what’, tents wobbled in the breeze. Trappers finger spray (for man and dog), with internal warming element. I sprayed her chest, vapour phosphorized. Flung my arms open ‘Sid!’, ‘ah the techno-shaman, who writes me up in his blog’, ‘Sid?’….and Mrs Sidney…I say….Centinel (Philadelphia blonde) joy’. Annabel turned ‘behold’, gazed round, brown lady stripping in the launderette, glanced round, dropped her clothes in the drier, looked at her watch, click, switch, bent, Annabel shrivelled ‘Ahhhhh, no’, ‘Gracious’, up again, I smiled and then if by magic her twin arrived, the same, next door, distinction a distinct bikini line, ‘crypes, father’, ‘oh…ho….my thought…. An Indian temple, moslems bathe in soapy water, Hindus in oil(dub), as their worldly lives require a leeway. Mrs Nanar owned the sittingroom carpet walked nude, nobody minded, ‘strictly no’, could be heard at other times, we could be banned.’ Sid stood, we all walked to the rostrum, foldable cloth chairs, Mr Stomph stood, ‘Welcome to Cornwalls first black naturist beach, for boys vimen, and elder gentlemen......Naturism (little but pervectly formed), A halcyon thing from bevore the vwar, in Inkland from the idealistic mofements of Baden-Povell and Freud. Nutism replacing Victorian sexual excess, and the class system, and natyurism, replacing ta decrepit squalor of the Victorian era. Pseudo-Methodisms world eden, the non-Raj ideals of Polynesia or India. The itea of seeing ones family flourish, and become free of outside influence. Wit a common goal of overcoming shyness, and growing up with a healthier knowledge of the opposite sex. After the war the Natural shapes vs Non-uniform...Individual vs crowd...Genteel vs Jackbute...Natural vs New perverse...remove all but cotton socks vs Aryanism. Nowadays, with 50% of the population repressed, and the other sexually drunk it illuminates us still. But plagued by cheap thrill, and 'flat earth society' image. Total sexual freedom a big a yawn, and strangulating dress code and tasteless fascist garb, being commun. Sexual freedom could be replaced by a 50's administration, and the modern garb by naturism. Children see all body language. So lifes grown up for grown ups, and its grown up for children, too but shared fun tats wat I gotta say.....' Mr Stomph smartly sat, ‘no,no, no,’, the rows behind collapsed, Sid(little) stood, ‘get up of the flowers would you’

Oh Olympia, The Tozzers

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Through the trees, goats, ‘back’, clip, clip, boulder, through the apple blossoms, tip, tip, tipty, tipty, tip ,tip, round a Bachanalian temple, she pulled her shoes off, tapped a dusty boulder, ‘The shore’, barefoot, waded, boys pinched her shells, a white rock, botham painted with blue eyes, splash, shark scattered, swam, lay flat on a rock, net rose, boys flailed, ‘gimmee my apricot dress’, one held her waste.
Splodge, splodge, splodge, a fox terrier, scat, nip, nip, nip, poke, poke, ‘out you go…… a kennel……‘FIDO’….oh Olympia…civilization…Frost chaffeur no more….a thread?’, an enamelled bath, and legs stood abruptly, widow Corelli, ‘who?’, Stephen removed his boots, spiders scurried accross the ceiling, ‘the tunnel oh the Germans’, two snowy handprints on her bedroom window. An anchored white cap, bearded face, and pipe, removed a pair of pants from the washing line. ’Soft biscuity drenched in toffee, surrounded by warm water, peopled by strings of licquirice’. Stephen dropped a malteser into the vortex ‘mind bending’. Mrs Corelli cast a handful, their eyes met. Stephen tilted from a wall, in just leather boots, ‘boat……a bathe scarfe sub?…..my clothes!?’

The tower of sanities, the labyrinth

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Orange bubble car, clump, the brown woody hopped into the courtyard, pat, pat up the steps. Penny (Marshall) shimmered in the pool, ‘penny for em’. Home, the tower of sanities, Winifred is good but I am always better, no snouting sex, politics, religion, cash, sports, fighting, shouldn’t judge people by the way they stand. ‘Welcome home Sir’, he grabbed my arm’, whisper, ‘one in the library’.
I was pretty as a boy. Evenings often into weekends talking with professors and lecturers (later shrinks) in psychology and anthropology, from the University and Poly. Cryptozoology, Advertising, naturism, politics, philosophy, and anatomy. You could tell a great deal from Hattie Hayridges stance. Mental illnesss is hidden by deciept, analysts rely on unfakeable, trauma etc. Of course repeated trauma, distorts your appearance. Mrs Hayridge stood on stage, heal lifted, in the booth Jack Dee, and Stephen frowned.
I jotted down coat-hangar shoulders, slumps over when sitting a.k.a Boris(new) and Ken(old) Lord Mayors. Mayors, tangoes, and eats cheese…. Squidgy under the….top of legs plus strong base of spine, something enigmatic about Hattie Hayridges behind esp when perched. …rounders-bat forearms, little Philipa Forester….Craig Charles!, I moved the stand, she slumped and pined, ‘bravo’ Stephen and jack clapped.
Chakraganges- addicts feed their pushers, pushers pinpoint illnesss, and increase it, illness affects born identical group. They lie and hide.
Mrs Hayridge blamed the usherette, but I was there….
Addicts
In tribal culture cowards are always blamed compare this with addicts, who worsen with chastising, (because it’s a genetic relationship, i.e perhaps not born?,) , when whitemen come, addicts go off, then the bored, then the chief.
The cone shaped library 20ft mahogany barrel, 'The noble sentiment- Many a mickle maks a muckle, many a slip twixt cup and lip', pentagram chiselled on the floor, E.T, Annabel Croft (justice) A.C, Michael Barrymore (love) M.B, Richard Sullivan (governor) R.S, W.C tang tang W.C and on the third level Billy Conelly,’a hunk of wood a boomerang’, ‘surprize!’, ‘W.C’, mystery, the bringer of surprises. He met me half way. ‘Billy’, tang tang, Shiela (fegusson) on rollerskates, ‘aaahhhhh!’. I lept onto the painted ass, giraffe in the centre, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, ‘looking for gold’, the boomerang floated around. (missing) The key of Solomon, the hierarchy of spiritual creatures, Grimoire of Horonius, The Book of Sacred Magic of Abre-Melin the Mage, whoosh, whaarp, whaarp, whaarp, whoosh, whack, Colin Wilson- Unexplained, and up again (missing) The Magus, The Black Pullet, The Sixth and Seventh Books of Moses, whoosh whoosh whaarp whaarp whaarp, whoosh, (missing), whack, Willian Coriliss source books, Aborigines simple tribes people, dolting giants. ‘Hello’ Sheila lept’, I dangled on the end of the tail, clip, clip, ‘I can see you’. Budgerigar Loveliness by Clement Philipine, heartrate 120, frenetic, I’ve a cool 70, I dreamed it was an elaborate scheme…to get me on the roof (great celadine baths, kitchens, greenhouses). Watch the telescope above the door, I left, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, around the corridor, a 5 ply partition, down the stairs, through the diningroom, ‘half way across the garden’, into the livingroom. Winifred sat in her hippopotomous armchair, I pointed, I peered through the 5 ply, ‘ a polka dot scarf, earing, black locks, mustard cardigan, green tights’, ‘Lotka she’s Rumanian….submariner…lives in the wilderness…hiding’, You’ll have to get a paper-round to maintain her wardrobe. The partition rumbled.

The bar where Greek ladies twittered, siloutte against the wall, wwwwuw, Stephen clapping, ‘come’, sat, a stack of plates stood in the middle. Hattie walked in with two baskets, click, click, bping. Man dressed as lion, shambled in, and a man with a pointy hat, ‘Widow!’, ‘Damon??!’, turned in waves, smash, ‘CASH, sailors!’, long sleeves, chewing polos, jumped, ‘Armed!’, ‘REST’, black jackets, Stephen vanished. Stephen (Frost) hid his pipe, ‘PLAY’, boozoki struck, educated, large, the fireplace wobbled, ‘SLAVE’ crosses + dauntless, ‘NATURAL’, a fox terrier walked in. Damon put his hands up, sipped black coffee, struggled to his feet, a plate toing, toing, toing over the roof, sat.
Wartime England removed spies from ports, in peace bottomless. Spies broadened to towns, paranoia, result space, ‘in space no one can hear you scream’, like matchsticks in a bath, people find your edge. Clip, clip,clup, Hatties heals, at the far end of Port Manatoo, the shadows, ‘I get stroked out there’’, Stephen looked back, fishermen tangled in their nets, peeked his head through ‘a tunnel, come’, a dome, a Doric seat, a doorway, a dome, a dome, he turned 5 doorways back,m ‘A Labyrinth…..a snort’, Hattie giggled, Stephen Adonis, ‘Onward’, a dome, a dome, a dome, ‘a dome!’, two doorways. Hattie tumbled out of a cliff, ‘Cor the misses off the Tele’, ‘boys’

The Freedom of Brown Woody

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The bar where Greek ladies twitter, siloutte against the wall, wwwwuw, Stephen clapping, ‘come’, sat, a stack of plates stood in the middle. Hattie walked in with two baskets, click, click, bping. Man dressed as lion, shambled in, and a man with a pointy hat, ‘Widow!’. ‘Damon??!’, turned in waves, smash, ‘CASH, sailors!’, long sleeves, polos, jumped, ‘Armed!’, ‘REST’, black jackets, Stephen vanished. Michael hid his pipe, ‘PLAY’, boozoki struck, educated, large, the fireplace wobbled, ‘SLAVE’ crosses + dauntless, ‘NATURAL’, a fox terrier walked in. Damon put his hands up, sipped black coffee, struggled to his feet, a plate toing, toing, toing over the roof, sat.Wartime England removed spies from ports, in peace bottomless. Spies broadened to towns, paranoia, result space, ‘in space no one can hear you scream’, like matchsticks in a bath, people find your edge. Clip, clip,clup, Hatties heals, at the far end of Port Manatoo, the shadows, ‘I get stroked out there’’, Stephen looked back, fishermen tangled in their nets, peeked his head through ‘a tunnel, come’, a dome, a Doric seat, a doorway, a dome, a dome, he turned 5 doorways back,m ‘A Labyrinth…..a snort’, Hattie giggled, ‘Onward’, a dome, a dome, a dome, ‘a dome!’, two doorways. Hattie tumbled out of a cliff, ‘Cor the misse3s off the Tele’, ‘boys’

The port Manatoo

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Port Manatoo
Cloning!.......Mass production!.....Hattie Hayridge?
Hattie turned the argumernt on it’s head. Stephen rubbed his chin-‘Someone trustable with bank accounts, gets on with everyone, born like that, smart like the F.B.I........Trust? Techno-shaman, he’s not Roman, called Romes loyalist citizen in Cranty, ‘shot in the bum, stranger men fled’,.... Everyone likes, and born like it, Bill, smart, Nina Nanar’.
Hattie raised her flipper, ‘She looks after thick and the dim, we need 5% like her, cloning, alien abduction, I want children!’, ‘You?....and the rest take pot luck?’. Stephen glumped on his Bacardi, ‘On it’s head, if I needed a doctor, I have my health, oh but a book, yes I do see’, ‘so do 9 out of 10, I've asked….has 10 and a gold medallion…..techno-shaman suggested doubling to India on trust alone’, ‘Another Fry, two an ice cream, a cherry, hundreds and thousands’(an unknown chakraganges law- which are not secrets)
‘..keep all children from men who still share love with you…we must tell these people….Kerry, Nina, Sheila, Anna, mrs Alfred, Christine, Felicity, Penny(marshall)’.
Anthony appeared with tomato juice, checked socks, he waved, ‘good morning’, ‘a mate’, ‘2 out of 3 and born like it’. ‘Which way to the bridge’, stomp, stomp, stomp, ‘um possibly, an evil twisted genie(us)’, his image quivered, ‘feel the breeze......feet don’t fail me now.......Manatoo’, row, row

The return of Leeway

Have a glass of wine, a bright prowled between bodies, Annabel (Croft) and I, slipped through the crowds. ‘Sid(large) and Eddie(little)!’, ‘Hello Annabel’, ‘Chilly what’, tents wobbled in the breeze. Trappers finger spray (for man and dog), with internal warming element. I sprayed her chest, vapour phosphorized. Flung my arms open ‘Sid!’, ‘ah the techno-shaman, who writes me up in his blog’, ‘Sid?’….and Mrs Sidney…I say….Centinel (Philedelphia blode) joy’. Annabel turned ‘behold’, gazed round, brown lady stripping in the launderette, glanced round, dropped her clothes in the drier, looked at her watch, click, switch, bent, Annabel shrivelled ‘Ahhhhh, no’, ‘Gracious’, up again, I smiled and then if by magic her twin arrived, the same, next door, distinction a distinct bikini line, ‘crypes, father’, ‘oh…ho….my thought…. An Indian temple, moslems bathe in soapy water, Hindus in oil(dub), as their worldly lives require a leeway. Mrs Nanar owned the sittingroom carpet walked nude, nobody minded, ‘strictly no’, could be heard at other times, we could be banned.’ Sid stood, we all walked to the rostrum, foldable cloth chairs, Mr Stomph stood, ‘Welcome to Cornwalls first black naturist beach, for boys vimen, and elder gentlemen’, Mr Stomphs speechMr Stompph smartly sat, ‘no,no, no,’, the rows behind collapsed, he stood, so did Sid(little), ‘get up of the flowers would you’I approached the rostrumOf course, to be honest my experience‘My mate Eddies nudist club, Eddies house split, boys in one, ladies in the other. One from each, new members first, came across, disrobed, prizes (prettiest, fastest, biggest etc), showered skipped down the path under the cctvs, TFTs, party poppers, tell th truth, in the bungalow clubhouse, rising to the back a poly-tunnel, at the far end, heated, recycling fan, and barbeque. Drapes on the ceiling to save energy.Silence fell, children stared at the stand, could nobody see Melinda Messenger naked on a dune of sherbert.‘Whats the reason for the pheasant, Sid?’‘I am keeping him wartm, for the Queens balcony’, ‘ahh the workers march’, ‘more on the gate than last year’, ‘the clamber of steel, protestation, mandiarge, brilliant, I bet they’ll be a rough lot, good exercise….and nanny the goat’‘the fudge tent’The pheasant pub to exist in a BIOME. I stood gob-smacked. ‘It’ll jack up….5 miles to fetch a drink, christophers standing for the monster raving looneys’. Christopher appeared. ‘Congratulations, Bravo, Sids told us about the BIOME’, ‘I’d rather it was moved to South Cottishal’,, Centinel, ‘Heavens, I couldn’t top up my tan’, ‘A pity the girls weren’t here…we’d like the BIOME in Germany, Mrs Stomph llike a pepperoni……Shorts Annabel brill’, ‘Yep panel for my bum, two for my legs for Badminton….. Cloe, Cloe,(Ashcroft), ‘Hello Techno-Shaman’, I hadn’t noticed the brown bodies all around, shortly after the BBC sent me to a psychoanalyst.