Friday, 13 March 2009
Wednesday, 4 March 2009
A rearguard action
Hate life in the rearguard.
Well if some feck is holding your drugs and you've severe brain damage, in Belfast, like the 2 months I had to wait last time because some feck has put the country up the creek.
or out manouvered by the enemy.....stand a little way off....move into the country.
Chakraganges. The theory a grid pattern linking identical creatures.
In thier normal lives temple members commune with other creatures, meeting once a week establishes a stronger grid pattern, two temples even stronger grid. This is very valuable for the rearguard as they hold thier posistions longer, and it makes life on the frontline or countryside easier as well as giving an indication of where and when to retreat.
One of my theories, some of which Mrs Nanar had the sense to right down.
The White triangle
A triangle or basket beyond the mob. Seriously out of play, and to all our advantage.
I worked out it was a universal constant.
But heres a rough guide, a crowd of people.
negative points
Any enemy wants=sneaks etc that
Any enemy don't need=Irratating that
We want= Brave that
We don't need= Feck and that spying
, intelligence game.
positive points
Un-sort by the mob- non-imperialist, layed back, easy going, low heart rate, not a traitor, friendly?, or the otherside stirrers.
If somebody tries to wipe out a tribe these should at least be spared.
It allows outspoken opinion, inventions, idea promotion for the future.
if a Lord commanded and Each had a tennis ball throw tennis ball. In the basket wwwwuw.
and show opinion
The white triangle is like a basket, you can bounce in and out, or just float around, and wizards, and technoshaman can form a defensive shield around it.
Getting rid of irritating bugs
Extra large rears are prown to irritation, your head is prone to debri etc, so grit your teeth and move the layers around and your head like an like an enormous, buttock, wvubble.
It works, and a machine to rock your body like this is a fine asset for your temple.
Really big, soft, really buttock, as it must be the shape to avoid irritation.
Fern Britton
Well if some feck is holding your drugs and you've severe brain damage, in Belfast, like the 2 months I had to wait last time because some feck has put the country up the creek.
or out manouvered by the enemy.....stand a little way off....move into the country.
Chakraganges. The theory a grid pattern linking identical creatures.
In thier normal lives temple members commune with other creatures, meeting once a week establishes a stronger grid pattern, two temples even stronger grid. This is very valuable for the rearguard as they hold thier posistions longer, and it makes life on the frontline or countryside easier as well as giving an indication of where and when to retreat.
One of my theories, some of which Mrs Nanar had the sense to right down.
The White triangle
A triangle or basket beyond the mob. Seriously out of play, and to all our advantage.
I worked out it was a universal constant.
But heres a rough guide, a crowd of people.
negative points
Any enemy wants=sneaks etc that
Any enemy don't need=Irratating that
We want= Brave that
We don't need= Feck and that spying
, intelligence game.
positive points
Un-sort by the mob- non-imperialist, layed back, easy going, low heart rate, not a traitor, friendly?, or the otherside stirrers.
If somebody tries to wipe out a tribe these should at least be spared.
It allows outspoken opinion, inventions, idea promotion for the future.
if a Lord commanded and Each had a tennis ball throw tennis ball. In the basket wwwwuw.
and show opinion
The white triangle is like a basket, you can bounce in and out, or just float around, and wizards, and technoshaman can form a defensive shield around it.
Getting rid of irritating bugs
Extra large rears are prown to irritation, your head is prone to debri etc, so grit your teeth and move the layers around and your head like an like an enormous, buttock, wvubble.
It works, and a machine to rock your body like this is a fine asset for your temple.
Really big, soft, really buttock, as it must be the shape to avoid irritation.
Fern Britton
Monday, 2 March 2009
Unrefined Sugar!
Legend has it that in the reign of Victoria, as many blockers moved into the middle class as pos. They have to deal with an expanding city, and are checked by refiners.
Fine are the refiners = sorters
Working class – stick together
Middle class – drift apart
in this way, we are protected from tyrants. The working class should control sometimes, the middleclass others, but who rules the roost.
Middle class refiners with accumin are desired by the Working class.
Working class have too many refiners, set pointless tasks (ball + chain).
The Middleclass need refiners to sort workers, the town, refugees etc.
Wildman Bob used to get refining women sorting ‘sodding!’, tea bags……are they tired?.
(Guy and the Ladis) Wayward Middleclass. Sort up the system, use dopey refiners to fluff pillows etc, ‘perfect?’
Bills a refiner, he sends girls to the papershop to fetch his racing post (He tires of the load and their age.)
People, who employ gardeners, labourers hire a sorter, why don’t the sorters have the money. So refiners have a conscience work for esoteric, the refined, lovers, psychoanalysts, techno-shamans, the old, (muthers, strawberries), or the white triangle. All of whom are invaluable to almost all, usually (esp in a depression).
So Bill gets his grown up, middleclass, refiner, labourers, ans gardeners work. The squabble in between working class and middleclass becomes smoother. Sorting for bad things as ever goes on regardless.
Mrs Hayridge is known to say 'Well I never......I'm fine......and pretty!'
Fine are the refiners = sorters
Working class – stick together
Middle class – drift apart
in this way, we are protected from tyrants. The working class should control sometimes, the middleclass others, but who rules the roost.
Middle class refiners with accumin are desired by the Working class.
Working class have too many refiners, set pointless tasks (ball + chain).
The Middleclass need refiners to sort workers, the town, refugees etc.
Wildman Bob used to get refining women sorting ‘sodding!’, tea bags……are they tired?.
(Guy and the Ladis) Wayward Middleclass. Sort up the system, use dopey refiners to fluff pillows etc, ‘perfect?’
Bills a refiner, he sends girls to the papershop to fetch his racing post (He tires of the load and their age.)
People, who employ gardeners, labourers hire a sorter, why don’t the sorters have the money. So refiners have a conscience work for esoteric, the refined, lovers, psychoanalysts, techno-shamans, the old, (muthers, strawberries), or the white triangle. All of whom are invaluable to almost all, usually (esp in a depression).
So Bill gets his grown up, middleclass, refiner, labourers, ans gardeners work. The squabble in between working class and middleclass becomes smoother. Sorting for bad things as ever goes on regardless.
Mrs Hayridge is known to say 'Well I never......I'm fine......and pretty!'
braingrowing
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Diarmuids polished steel brain growing silos
The unushally shaped dome, Polished steel , wit a circular (oval door)
When not ust for the Chakraganges, 'For real friends, who dont have an addiction. Efrybody meets eats, health drugs to allign born simularities, defences- but the real pee,esta rissitance, use with lactoferrin, the flower of yourchildhood. Brain growing, if you have a good day, compose like beethoven, chat up line, can drive your bangar like never before, then nip down the Silo. DHA, Cordyceps Sinesis, Huperzine A with roulette wheel, or plant roots. Personal objects, in the warm surroundings of your personal silo, loved by your real mates, paintings, drawings, etc, and 'grow your brain'.
and illegitimut usas
'Not like the growing Mrs Gavin, a giant, chakraganges listen, record, singing or like real polished steel in Mrs Hayridges garden, 'filshed for the use of snogging, lovers, biting, butting, grasping, everything, in that which is to come, better in a silo.
no, nose dha freeze all peculiar thoughts
amino acids the physical abuse, and 'meeting of the temple, amino acids, lactoferrin, dha,for members good days,' Mrs Hayridge bent in the garden 'hose!'
Annas another dangerous use of chakraganges
To be honest this has only come down to my balcony in a flash,
a friend tells mw, what to do
a member non-addict who might obey a
friend feeling welcome and loved
and another member slave 'making rude'
as Kerry would say 'real hepp, if a bit short'
The Lance of Spite
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The lance of spite, With The Wilbury shield, known up and down the med,
The cretian, who shot Liberty Valance
The dog that gunned Liberty Valance
The man who shot Liberty Valance
French revolution cutting of ones nose to spite ones face
The trial that guillotined Liberty Valance
The fair trial who hung Liberty Valance
The fair trial that chopped king charles II
Whats parliament upto?, but did Liberty Valance do wrong,
Liberty valance had a hunk but a man shot him in the back.
Who do we want suppressing the truth of Liberty Valance,
the same bleedin Cretan, Stroll
The Prance of Spite
‘swung on the wall, stripey pendant, and wings, a swallow flew in the lintel'
Imagine you didn’t have that hunch given you by the fairies. Imagine all spite, calling cards removed, tonight! Pow, but for the lance of spite, dividers (a good poke), cane, the guardian, grasshopper, a kicked dish, a tapped foot of feeble, captains, kings, Think about it everything…speaker…..again, and again, and again…’Gordon!’…again... why don’t you do it.
The Wilbury shield, to hold back the lances of spite, needs a mental gesture to complete the shield.
The Pelicanosas scale doesn’t exist numbered harpsichord 1 to 64, (coloured 0 to 12 resistor values), written in animal time, a hoot of this, a ram of that.Wangners, Elmo and Anthony are accomplished men. Swish around your cane and let spite fall away, lift your top hat, let shrapnel fly away.
clothes flung to the floor, clouds broke, lights clicked, through a crystal spyhole, stars as big as snowballs, a warm white jelly foam floated down, breast whitened, top hat and lance of spite. Yellow red green amber, Yellow red green amber,
The white ball above, The satanic ball below. no Fred!
‘Suppa duppa, dangerous!, dangerous!, dangerous!, As always, anything shows, when will the night end…chin on cane, putting on the…Shpfftshppffttttz..brushin up your bow tie…’
Lance of spite, tap, tap tap, tilt top hat
lift lance of spite, kick out left foot, jump out a star,
whack that pudge,
cream flayed,
catch a penny, show it to the lady, tap, whack,
Ladys glance back, swirl(back), bend, hair on ear, wink the other way, whack like a rodeo take hand, bonk on nose, grab lance of spite ends, swirl.
Ladys palms to the sky- sideways- Ladys grasp, men skip around pointy toes, lift heal, and repeat.
'They've got the Duke', stood rigid, like a ravening puppy dog, daughters, flump a velvet curtain, only darkness, brother against brother, Elmo with lamp.
'The Jabba hut! Hans solo tortured forever, saved by his four lucky comrades. If Hans Solo
why not a production worker a chicken?. One Hattie a space battalion. The lance of spite, was taken away,. Hattie scribbled 'he lives', Elmo 'He lives!', Hattie clapped. Gregor Fisher (Rab C Nesbitt), rushed with censor and bowl of delicious dried figs, Hattie looked round, palms on chubby knees, smiled, Martine clapped, Elmo glared, 'my memory', 'phoenixio', Gregor clapped, 'but thats just a bird?', Hattie disappeared into the clouds, 'ears!, ears!, ears!'.
The lance of spite, With The Wilbury shield, known up and down the med,
The cretian, who shot Liberty Valance
The dog that gunned Liberty Valance
The man who shot Liberty Valance
French revolution cutting of ones nose to spite ones face
The trial that guillotined Liberty Valance
The fair trial who hung Liberty Valance
The fair trial that chopped king charles II
Whats parliament upto?, but did Liberty Valance do wrong,
Liberty valance had a hunk but a man shot him in the back.
Who do we want suppressing the truth of Liberty Valance,
the same bleedin Cretan, Stroll
The Prance of Spite
‘swung on the wall, stripey pendant, and wings, a swallow flew in the lintel'
Imagine you didn’t have that hunch given you by the fairies. Imagine all spite, calling cards removed, tonight! Pow, but for the lance of spite, dividers (a good poke), cane, the guardian, grasshopper, a kicked dish, a tapped foot of feeble, captains, kings, Think about it everything…speaker…..again, and again, and again…’Gordon!’…again... why don’t you do it.
The Wilbury shield, to hold back the lances of spite, needs a mental gesture to complete the shield.
The Pelicanosas scale doesn’t exist numbered harpsichord 1 to 64, (coloured 0 to 12 resistor values), written in animal time, a hoot of this, a ram of that.Wangners, Elmo and Anthony are accomplished men. Swish around your cane and let spite fall away, lift your top hat, let shrapnel fly away.
clothes flung to the floor, clouds broke, lights clicked, through a crystal spyhole, stars as big as snowballs, a warm white jelly foam floated down, breast whitened, top hat and lance of spite. Yellow red green amber, Yellow red green amber,
The white ball above, The satanic ball below. no Fred!
‘Suppa duppa, dangerous!, dangerous!, dangerous!, As always, anything shows, when will the night end…chin on cane, putting on the…Shpfftshppffttttz..brushin up your bow tie…’
Lance of spite, tap, tap tap, tilt top hat
lift lance of spite, kick out left foot, jump out a star,
whack that pudge,
cream flayed,
catch a penny, show it to the lady, tap, whack,
Ladys glance back, swirl(back), bend, hair on ear, wink the other way, whack like a rodeo take hand, bonk on nose, grab lance of spite ends, swirl.
Ladys palms to the sky- sideways- Ladys grasp, men skip around pointy toes, lift heal, and repeat.
'They've got the Duke', stood rigid, like a ravening puppy dog, daughters, flump a velvet curtain, only darkness, brother against brother, Elmo with lamp.
'The Jabba hut! Hans solo tortured forever, saved by his four lucky comrades. If Hans Solo
why not a production worker a chicken?. One Hattie a space battalion. The lance of spite, was taken away,. Hattie scribbled 'he lives', Elmo 'He lives!', Hattie clapped. Gregor Fisher (Rab C Nesbitt), rushed with censor and bowl of delicious dried figs, Hattie looked round, palms on chubby knees, smiled, Martine clapped, Elmo glared, 'my memory', 'phoenixio', Gregor clapped, 'but thats just a bird?', Hattie disappeared into the clouds, 'ears!, ears!, ears!'.
Pastimes of the Old Aristows
This blog does exsist its about espionage, nudity, but ELMOs not quite fine, so I am , wandering , lazing , with my invisible friends none of whom are rabbits
If the world were a slot machine, you could take the first kick him from the player, and then all following escalation, would be perks, taken by gamers at own risk, so go back to the first rule, and tax from then on.
Addicts, and serious buisness, never a game? battle cry don't love him, love us
To complicated
US IDENTICAL TWIN+IDENTICAL TWIN HIM ....US is not him with a twin.
Twin with twin is us......us feck is aloud to support identical twins, but we have to be careful us?
Blog failed once more, must be the garbage balls, one hears so much about certainly they've one master those tramlines of the universe
If the world were a slot machine, you could take the first kick him from the player, and then all following escalation, would be perks, taken by gamers at own risk, so go back to the first rule, and tax from then on.
Addicts, and serious buisness, never a game? battle cry don't love him, love us
To complicated
US IDENTICAL TWIN+IDENTICAL TWIN HIM ....US is not him with a twin.
Twin with twin is us......us feck is aloud to support identical twins, but we have to be careful us?
Blog failed once more, must be the garbage balls, one hears so much about certainly they've one master those tramlines of the universe
The prisoners
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Stephen (Fry), in comfy chair, Mr Rowe in pants Anthony Hopkins string vest, 'Four of clubs, show me your diamonds!....ah Hattie', Stephen (Frost) opaque, pink dress with fluffy collar, sleeves rolled up, and a blue wigan shirt, 'trump' ,
sat around a table
'Our clothes disappeared this morning, his jumper', 'shirt', 'my trouthers', 'my pants and a bike, from a corrigated arch', Hattie introduced the Tasmanian devil....'gin rummy', Fry pointed table
Into the sherpa, Internet cafe had no money, so I let it go again, chang bling. A stone enclosure, men leapfrog a horse, well down on loyal supporters'.
The Hayridge chin on frame, as must, Stubbs, 'a fine bit of chisseled, lovely', Stephen (Fry) peered over spectacles, 'Nosferato- machinations of....gobbldigook, codswallop', 'spirits, who walk after death?', 'spookadillos?'
The eye on the wall closed, a scottie glanced in the window, 'Hattie used to be a medium in Hastings, her family live up cliffs', 'The Pelicanosas live in the house walls', a little puff, 'burgundy...German...don't marry horses..ouch....the first Duke married a reindeer...the plague of the wierdest traveller...anyway you'll see tonight......', 'Oh Oscar Wilde day it was sensational...I raffled some ties', 'I put on a slash of Cologne!', '....deshent pair of trouthers', knock, knock, emptied thier pockets out, Stephen (Fry) looked in his top hat, at Hattie, 'An Aeroflot sugarbag', eeeeeeeear, the door opened, 'shuffle back, shuffle back', a food tray, gallons of olive oil,,,,a matchstick',
'Indian Pete!',,,,,'her spirit guide', rip sugar flew in oil, 'Hattie!'
swip, slip, slip, tray in water jug
oil thickly around top hat, 'um strangely familiar'
jug into top hat, 'Mr Rowe'
and stand in the sink
'Bravo, Indian Pete', bounce, bounce, bounce, a huge black + white rabbitcame from behind the cupboard, bound into the top hat.
Ching, ching, ching, chang, ching javelin practice. Hatties knickers, ample, ample, Stephen (Frost), tights and hoodie, 'I warn you I've ruined a descent pair of trousers for this', Anthony, hopped back, step, step, step, and ran forward, ,ting, ting. Stephen (Fry), rubbed his hands with sand, step, step, whooffff ting, ting, tong. Stephen (Frost) banged the javelin on the floor, step, step, tripfluf, fluf, flup, 'terrible!', ftoing into the horse.
'terrible, the centuary ran over, pat clasped a javelin, black sheepish locks, bare tummy, Mr Rowe somersaulted, 200,260,270, down, down.
'Alright!',
Four men approach a horse putoing, Stephen (Frost), lifts hand with bunny.
Where, he just flung it'.
end lifts, 'fast he'll look', fluffy tail, thump, 200,206, 207, thump, 'in a row', 'oh a prince', Stephen (Fry) bends his knees, 'in a queue......leapfrog!....one footed....over welldone!', palms on horse, 'growl, growl, growl.......two at a time', bunny hits a cave, one, two, three, taps the vaulting horse, top with cane, lift four, five 'goodnight!'
Stephen (Fry), in comfy chair, Mr Rowe in pants Anthony Hopkins string vest, 'Four of clubs, show me your diamonds!....ah Hattie', Stephen (Frost) opaque, pink dress with fluffy collar, sleeves rolled up, and a blue wigan shirt, 'trump' ,
sat around a table
'Our clothes disappeared this morning, his jumper', 'shirt', 'my trouthers', 'my pants and a bike, from a corrigated arch', Hattie introduced the Tasmanian devil....'gin rummy', Fry pointed table
Into the sherpa, Internet cafe had no money, so I let it go again, chang bling. A stone enclosure, men leapfrog a horse, well down on loyal supporters'.
The Hayridge chin on frame, as must, Stubbs, 'a fine bit of chisseled, lovely', Stephen (Fry) peered over spectacles, 'Nosferato- machinations of....gobbldigook, codswallop', 'spirits, who walk after death?', 'spookadillos?'
The eye on the wall closed, a scottie glanced in the window, 'Hattie used to be a medium in Hastings, her family live up cliffs', 'The Pelicanosas live in the house walls', a little puff, 'burgundy...German...don't marry horses..ouch....the first Duke married a reindeer...the plague of the wierdest traveller...anyway you'll see tonight......', 'Oh Oscar Wilde day it was sensational...I raffled some ties', 'I put on a slash of Cologne!', '....deshent pair of trouthers', knock, knock, emptied thier pockets out, Stephen (Fry) looked in his top hat, at Hattie, 'An Aeroflot sugarbag', eeeeeeeear, the door opened, 'shuffle back, shuffle back', a food tray, gallons of olive oil,,,,a matchstick',
'Indian Pete!',,,,,'her spirit guide', rip sugar flew in oil, 'Hattie!'
swip, slip, slip, tray in water jug
oil thickly around top hat, 'um strangely familiar'
jug into top hat, 'Mr Rowe'
and stand in the sink
'Bravo, Indian Pete', bounce, bounce, bounce, a huge black + white rabbitcame from behind the cupboard, bound into the top hat.
Ching, ching, ching, chang, ching javelin practice. Hatties knickers, ample, ample, Stephen (Frost), tights and hoodie, 'I warn you I've ruined a descent pair of trousers for this', Anthony, hopped back, step, step, step, and ran forward, ,ting, ting. Stephen (Fry), rubbed his hands with sand, step, step, whooffff ting, ting, tong. Stephen (Frost) banged the javelin on the floor, step, step, tripfluf, fluf, flup, 'terrible!', ftoing into the horse.
'terrible, the centuary ran over, pat clasped a javelin, black sheepish locks, bare tummy, Mr Rowe somersaulted, 200,260,270, down, down.
'Alright!',
Four men approach a horse putoing, Stephen (Frost), lifts hand with bunny.
Where, he just flung it'.
end lifts, 'fast he'll look', fluffy tail, thump, 200,206, 207, thump, 'in a row', 'oh a prince', Stephen (Fry) bends his knees, 'in a queue......leapfrog!....one footed....over welldone!', palms on horse, 'growl, growl, growl.......two at a time', bunny hits a cave, one, two, three, taps the vaulting horse, top with cane, lift four, five 'goodnight!'
Continental rifts
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Told to act just before you do...
the moments in life, that are free, kick your heals.....
Santana- So alright , so I've been foolish, so alright let people know.
A moped whistled down the hillside. Hattie wooly hoodie, white stockings, slumped on the rider, oblong spectacles, coloured crayons in maroon pocket. Bar 'Thanks Runnie', 'stimulating' ching, tassels twirl they looked round. Buffy lay accross the wall. 'A sheila, goodaye............well loooki here', cross shinned on the bar, a couple of rifle wigwams, cigarillos puffed, absinthe bottle poured,. Hattie on a high stool, 'Fanta!, white dresses, and tights, theres a change, green and whit stripes, menu, Gaugin- pudgy ladies on a beach in plaster, well!'. 'Your a very pudgy lady', hand on bozooki fret, sherpa van men piled in, clump, TFT, clear a space, Lamar rolled out the carpet, CITV (Cornish Independant TV), teeshirt raised, 'boobs!', arms clutched, walk off camera, Anna tucking in waste, walked back with a banana 'Good day', an old man smoked his pipe. green pom-pom rubbed up her leg. 'That strong back',. The Barman rubbed her arm, 'Your pastry'....'You see my mothers Christmas cake', 'when di get to hold that beautiful body', foot lay on leg, raven perched on shoe.
Bill arrived in Zephyr, through wood, Neon, CITV above shed, 'nose in bag of crackers', barman rubbed his arm, 'Where did I get that cat?', 'that zile isn't click aint it', 'chocolate', searchlight, 'Rabbi!' Woody Allen on clarinet 'Satan!, 'Freeze-man', 'White-out', 'syncopation', 'surrreal', bumph, bumph, bumph, moustache on banjo, 'static', 'serenity', 'this place goes up with ferocity, brave though comfy', 'dada', 'My Ex..', Ted on bongo, he raised his palm, Kerry the weathergirl, a gaiety goddess, on a swing, noodle (the dog) now warmly rounded lifted his tail', she lifted her palm, 'whats the trouble with them', Hattie raised her palm, 'four!', poked her in the other room, 'Satan!'
Told to act just before you do...
the moments in life, that are free, kick your heals.....
Santana- So alright , so I've been foolish, so alright let people know.
A moped whistled down the hillside. Hattie wooly hoodie, white stockings, slumped on the rider, oblong spectacles, coloured crayons in maroon pocket. Bar 'Thanks Runnie', 'stimulating' ching, tassels twirl they looked round. Buffy lay accross the wall. 'A sheila, goodaye............well loooki here', cross shinned on the bar, a couple of rifle wigwams, cigarillos puffed, absinthe bottle poured,. Hattie on a high stool, 'Fanta!, white dresses, and tights, theres a change, green and whit stripes, menu, Gaugin- pudgy ladies on a beach in plaster, well!'. 'Your a very pudgy lady', hand on bozooki fret, sherpa van men piled in, clump, TFT, clear a space, Lamar rolled out the carpet, CITV (Cornish Independant TV), teeshirt raised, 'boobs!', arms clutched, walk off camera, Anna tucking in waste, walked back with a banana 'Good day', an old man smoked his pipe. green pom-pom rubbed up her leg. 'That strong back',. The Barman rubbed her arm, 'Your pastry'....'You see my mothers Christmas cake', 'when di get to hold that beautiful body', foot lay on leg, raven perched on shoe.
Bill arrived in Zephyr, through wood, Neon, CITV above shed, 'nose in bag of crackers', barman rubbed his arm, 'Where did I get that cat?', 'that zile isn't click aint it', 'chocolate', searchlight, 'Rabbi!' Woody Allen on clarinet 'Satan!, 'Freeze-man', 'White-out', 'syncopation', 'surrreal', bumph, bumph, bumph, moustache on banjo, 'static', 'serenity', 'this place goes up with ferocity, brave though comfy', 'dada', 'My Ex..', Ted on bongo, he raised his palm, Kerry the weathergirl, a gaiety goddess, on a swing, noodle (the dog) now warmly rounded lifted his tail', she lifted her palm, 'whats the trouble with them', Hattie raised her palm, 'four!', poked her in the other room, 'Satan!'
The island of Pelicanosas 'Through Cretian Arches'
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Hattie 'Theatre your barred', clamped the figurehead, search for a man for me, dangled a chakra charm, 'Its haunted'
Happy Sweets, Happy Box, Happy Chicks, Happy Frocks, Happy Easter
Mr Rowe froze, hypnotically, 8 inch, white teeth turned in the fish tank, Michael crouched in the bottom of the bed, with the persian oil lamp. Flop, flop,flop, flp,flp,flp,flp,flp,flp,flp accross the floor the teeth, yumped, shriek, heals disappeared, slidge a raspberry/pink heap. Rowe in khaki hat, 'Shombodies finched mi teef', 'Marooned', splash, splash,splash
Out of water, the teeth...quickly returned to thier novelty size, 'The beautiful island of pelicanosas....your supposed to fall dead', Mt Alfred, swivelled, splash, splash, splish, chips!, slosh, splish, 'chips!!', wish, Gill the mermaid, hairspun, and nose popped out, 'a swordfish....through', An abbey heads looked right 'nudes!', lines excersized on a lawn. 'The virgin moonbeam, Richard Branson flapped his arms (but it leads to mischief), 'Dunne corked spirit...crews joined, heads swam left, ahoy sally', ignored, and the lines raised one knee', Stephen (Fry) 'handypaws pull in here', Hattie smiled 'eye captain', splash, splash,splash, splish, splosh, splush
Stephen Fry pines 'Stephen Frost take your face out of the beach...populated by atrocious actors fleeing from Rome...wilderness'. The gate 'Ah Genoise...snoghagety geddes purnio', 'no etietician appathy landings'. No puffin, ' The inquistion!',. Excuse me madam may I borrow your IPHONE', cruf, a crack opened, I am Sister Annabel, 'come in', A nun emerged luminous, the abbess, habit, many keys on a bike chain, 'and straight in Richard, Stephen, Mr Rowe followed.
The lawn on a corrigated arch a natural drier, throwing frisbies, eating beans, 'visitors', stood arms by side, young nuns giggled, 'congratulations, a lovely turn out', swathed in 12ft flowers, cedar trees, setteees the Abbess lead, 117 beds, 180 nuns, 'The Abbey Santander. Byzantium church on an island, no lewd or rude behaviour, result nice, friendly, shareing, independant minded, fierce....who like survival. Sister Davina, Sister Laverne, green pines, black trees, puff a cigarillo, 'Stephen', 'MrRowe', 'Meadowlock',, 'the warm climate...against the pilgrim fathers an hour of prayer each morning. Theres leeway, people like no lewd or rude behaviour in Salxburg, sit all day, we survive!'. She removed her dress, 'well like me nude', one strap fell at a time, them the white band on her bum, fingers on knees, well rounded bottom, sat behind her desk, now warmly to Mr Rowe, 'Is there anything on this chair that fits your,,,', 'shirtanly', Davina nodded 'then you can stay', 'twinths!'.
'Lovely tits like my sisterrs', 'oh good God', 'Crunchie, crunchie, cracknell'
Women drank, wine aqnd laughed. Warm sea water piped, boiled, plunged, into the fountain.
Stephen Fry, as a hipolyte, 'The crew as one, a lapse convent, I su8ggest we look abroad'. Two young girls, sucked sherbert from a tube. A nun came down in a warm Nanar jumper, 'have one of you guys, got a pen. Stephen Fry, kite on his back, 'No place more duffy...I sugggest we crack on up the mountain', Mr Rowe, looked up, Richard Branson, 'ah him like a Marlin', Well your very blonde', 'I'm the captain', 'Cambridge Hippopotamus', 'I am not', Richard read his small book 'village butterflies'. A nun dropped a tray, 'Plum duff, and cream.....I was a Luton neophyte...a nun, at the abbey of purity and honesty, Strufftz and Goethe, Niende, then a new member, house round the back',...now', we saw the staples, 'big coconutths', 'the money?', she pointed to the treasury, 'where angle?'
'No angle, he sends his daughters here', they leaned out, a dark hand moved over Mt Alfred, 'He owns the satanic bull beneath the mountain....Stele Aristoni', phoraaar the earth shook 'The captains basket!, undid an anchored hat emerged'. Stephen span, 'Stele...preserve the fine...burn your candle (forgiveness), or preserve you Feck, 'burden yourself in the next life'. Sister Davina, 'You like my snatch......share it', 'This place goes up with ferocity'. Stephen Fry pointed down at a door, Stephen Frost 'fine pile of bricks', 'She never laughed and never left....who rules?', 'The Duke of Pelicanosas', 'we leave at first light', nuns curfew 7.30, bright morning, Sister Davina legs astride a blue hammock, cat 'tiddles' on her tummy. Up the hill, they dozed round a tortoise, 'come out', Lamar (never good with balances), jumped out from behind a tree.
Hattie 'Theatre your barred', clamped the figurehead, search for a man for me, dangled a chakra charm, 'Its haunted'
Happy Sweets, Happy Box, Happy Chicks, Happy Frocks, Happy Easter
Mr Rowe froze, hypnotically, 8 inch, white teeth turned in the fish tank, Michael crouched in the bottom of the bed, with the persian oil lamp. Flop, flop,flop, flp,flp,flp,flp,flp,flp,flp accross the floor the teeth, yumped, shriek, heals disappeared, slidge a raspberry/pink heap. Rowe in khaki hat, 'Shombodies finched mi teef', 'Marooned', splash, splash,splash
Out of water, the teeth...quickly returned to thier novelty size, 'The beautiful island of pelicanosas....your supposed to fall dead', Mt Alfred, swivelled, splash, splash, splish, chips!, slosh, splish, 'chips!!', wish, Gill the mermaid, hairspun, and nose popped out, 'a swordfish....through', An abbey heads looked right 'nudes!', lines excersized on a lawn. 'The virgin moonbeam, Richard Branson flapped his arms (but it leads to mischief), 'Dunne corked spirit...crews joined, heads swam left, ahoy sally', ignored, and the lines raised one knee', Stephen (Fry) 'handypaws pull in here', Hattie smiled 'eye captain', splash, splash,splash, splish, splosh, splush
Stephen Fry pines 'Stephen Frost take your face out of the beach...populated by atrocious actors fleeing from Rome...wilderness'. The gate 'Ah Genoise...snoghagety geddes purnio', 'no etietician appathy landings'. No puffin, ' The inquistion!',. Excuse me madam may I borrow your IPHONE', cruf, a crack opened, I am Sister Annabel, 'come in', A nun emerged luminous, the abbess, habit, many keys on a bike chain, 'and straight in Richard, Stephen, Mr Rowe followed.
The lawn on a corrigated arch a natural drier, throwing frisbies, eating beans, 'visitors', stood arms by side, young nuns giggled, 'congratulations, a lovely turn out', swathed in 12ft flowers, cedar trees, setteees the Abbess lead, 117 beds, 180 nuns, 'The Abbey Santander. Byzantium church on an island, no lewd or rude behaviour, result nice, friendly, shareing, independant minded, fierce....who like survival. Sister Davina, Sister Laverne, green pines, black trees, puff a cigarillo, 'Stephen', 'MrRowe', 'Meadowlock',, 'the warm climate...against the pilgrim fathers an hour of prayer each morning. Theres leeway, people like no lewd or rude behaviour in Salxburg, sit all day, we survive!'. She removed her dress, 'well like me nude', one strap fell at a time, them the white band on her bum, fingers on knees, well rounded bottom, sat behind her desk, now warmly to Mr Rowe, 'Is there anything on this chair that fits your,,,', 'shirtanly', Davina nodded 'then you can stay', 'twinths!'.
'Lovely tits like my sisterrs', 'oh good God', 'Crunchie, crunchie, cracknell'
Women drank, wine aqnd laughed. Warm sea water piped, boiled, plunged, into the fountain.
Stephen Fry, as a hipolyte, 'The crew as one, a lapse convent, I su8ggest we look abroad'. Two young girls, sucked sherbert from a tube. A nun came down in a warm Nanar jumper, 'have one of you guys, got a pen. Stephen Fry, kite on his back, 'No place more duffy...I sugggest we crack on up the mountain', Mr Rowe, looked up, Richard Branson, 'ah him like a Marlin', Well your very blonde', 'I'm the captain', 'Cambridge Hippopotamus', 'I am not', Richard read his small book 'village butterflies'. A nun dropped a tray, 'Plum duff, and cream.....I was a Luton neophyte...a nun, at the abbey of purity and honesty, Strufftz and Goethe, Niende, then a new member, house round the back',...now', we saw the staples, 'big coconutths', 'the money?', she pointed to the treasury, 'where angle?'
'No angle, he sends his daughters here', they leaned out, a dark hand moved over Mt Alfred, 'He owns the satanic bull beneath the mountain....Stele Aristoni', phoraaar the earth shook 'The captains basket!, undid an anchored hat emerged'. Stephen span, 'Stele...preserve the fine...burn your candle (forgiveness), or preserve you Feck, 'burden yourself in the next life'. Sister Davina, 'You like my snatch......share it', 'This place goes up with ferocity'. Stephen Fry pointed down at a door, Stephen Frost 'fine pile of bricks', 'She never laughed and never left....who rules?', 'The Duke of Pelicanosas', 'we leave at first light', nuns curfew 7.30, bright morning, Sister Davina legs astride a blue hammock, cat 'tiddles' on her tummy. Up the hill, they dozed round a tortoise, 'come out', Lamar (never good with balances), jumped out from behind a tree.
Wed fast
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tring, tring, Mrs Alfred cycled round the corner 'No shes fine, did you know, we were once married.....for three weeks. Beneath 'Erins friend', I'd come accross the witches....'Brigittes, Brigittes'....dresses pulled up, hair against hair, tatoos on upper arms, open to the tummy. Mrs Hayridge hung on my dick.....'permit Kerry to do her homework...', 'alright, but you must consume her briddle doughnuts'. Mrs Hayridge, collapsed, kneck down in the mud, 'MMMMMMmmmmm'.
This was largly a mistake...when put it to Kerry, 'tumpy tumpty ah...tumpty, tumpty ahhhh...oh thats really unwise'...and most of it consumed on CITV (Cornish independant TV), luckily its not censored.
'Glasses', At the wedding feast, blackcurrent cheesecake, plump doughnuts, frys turkish delight, candy floss, walnut whips, plump stawberries, egg custards, soft mallows, fudges and a kitten', the cricket pavillion, Kerry poked the fox terrier, with a stick!, a fight between idiots and truckers ensued in the car park. My speach 'a yo', a little hat shrunk on top of her head. I sunk my teeth in her hair, 'we shouldn't really do this', then pulled me into a snog, 'we can't do it here', 'why you sweet sugar lump why not', Tony (slattery) coughed. While feeding the birds, I'd fall upon...I always found whilst cooking she used an extra long spoon.
CITV, Bill 'a film, thats me!!!', -Bill and I, Talar and Cadeseus, drive a rig, chromed steel tankes, that opened at the back. The white cab, Mr Talar and I, bald with a shaving brush tash....If she said 'how', present the weather, 'nude', like jellical cats, we looked in opposite directions, 'how, nude?', lets see your small toe...and have you anything above those furry eyebrows, leant back. 'Pulling her night dress....pulling mine'.
Sometimes, she'd throw her clothes of the roof, and say, 'Welcome to CITV' (Cornish Independant TV),' in just a ruler. Sometimes, I'd fetch , we'd go down and drop them on someone we new. Through plastic naughty house, with Afghan.....the QE2.
Totally 'pouched, fffrpuuthed, poufothed', flustered we gave up, after 3 weeks. So Chakraganes rarely wed.
Still in grey furs, under Annas arms for the night, nose up, 'well!?'
....ride again...
'Goodbye tootsie', crash, 'no more crunchies', shush, shush, shush stileto in wall, muddy brown quicksand, dumph da dumph, 'cruel midget, she'd've made a fine tart', wood cabins, no sports, fries on the side, 1 girl motel rooms, what a life, Jefferson Airplane concert carpark.
bumph whistle arrrgh, crack, search light, pow, pow. cccccczoooom, ow, ou, ov, oh ,oe', lights up, jaws dropped, silence, 'oh go on thats not me'.
Walnut whip, Mrs Nanar from upstairs, clap I 'headmasters son etc' hand on Bills right, shoulder, 'Nanar Birmingham university etc, Kali the Indian Goddess', Nina stood in the light....hand on other...and grinned, petrified silence, 'Bill grinned', approached the audience, Kerrys face quized, 'Pidgeon'. I lept accross the screen.
tring, tring, Mrs Alfred cycled round the corner 'No shes fine, did you know, we were once married.....for three weeks. Beneath 'Erins friend', I'd come accross the witches....'Brigittes, Brigittes'....dresses pulled up, hair against hair, tatoos on upper arms, open to the tummy. Mrs Hayridge hung on my dick.....'permit Kerry to do her homework...', 'alright, but you must consume her briddle doughnuts'. Mrs Hayridge, collapsed, kneck down in the mud, 'MMMMMMmmmmm'.
This was largly a mistake...when put it to Kerry, 'tumpy tumpty ah...tumpty, tumpty ahhhh...oh thats really unwise'...and most of it consumed on CITV (Cornish independant TV), luckily its not censored.
'Glasses', At the wedding feast, blackcurrent cheesecake, plump doughnuts, frys turkish delight, candy floss, walnut whips, plump stawberries, egg custards, soft mallows, fudges and a kitten', the cricket pavillion, Kerry poked the fox terrier, with a stick!, a fight between idiots and truckers ensued in the car park. My speach 'a yo', a little hat shrunk on top of her head. I sunk my teeth in her hair, 'we shouldn't really do this', then pulled me into a snog, 'we can't do it here', 'why you sweet sugar lump why not', Tony (slattery) coughed. While feeding the birds, I'd fall upon...I always found whilst cooking she used an extra long spoon.
CITV, Bill 'a film, thats me!!!', -Bill and I, Talar and Cadeseus, drive a rig, chromed steel tankes, that opened at the back. The white cab, Mr Talar and I, bald with a shaving brush tash....If she said 'how', present the weather, 'nude', like jellical cats, we looked in opposite directions, 'how, nude?', lets see your small toe...and have you anything above those furry eyebrows, leant back. 'Pulling her night dress....pulling mine'.
Sometimes, she'd throw her clothes of the roof, and say, 'Welcome to CITV' (Cornish Independant TV),' in just a ruler. Sometimes, I'd fetch , we'd go down and drop them on someone we new. Through plastic naughty house, with Afghan.....the QE2.
Totally 'pouched, fffrpuuthed, poufothed', flustered we gave up, after 3 weeks. So Chakraganes rarely wed.
Still in grey furs, under Annas arms for the night, nose up, 'well!?'
....ride again...
'Goodbye tootsie', crash, 'no more crunchies', shush, shush, shush stileto in wall, muddy brown quicksand, dumph da dumph, 'cruel midget, she'd've made a fine tart', wood cabins, no sports, fries on the side, 1 girl motel rooms, what a life, Jefferson Airplane concert carpark.
bumph whistle arrrgh, crack, search light, pow, pow. cccccczoooom, ow, ou, ov, oh ,oe', lights up, jaws dropped, silence, 'oh go on thats not me'.
Walnut whip, Mrs Nanar from upstairs, clap I 'headmasters son etc' hand on Bills right, shoulder, 'Nanar Birmingham university etc, Kali the Indian Goddess', Nina stood in the light....hand on other...and grinned, petrified silence, 'Bill grinned', approached the audience, Kerrys face quized, 'Pidgeon'. I lept accross the screen.
The kidnapping of Gordon Brown
Mrs Hayridge, and Kerry
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Rugged Gordon Brown stood on the podium, '...Asset stripping by capatalist lackeys, too long- what's this Britsh gunk, cheaper in Tiawan. I.Herb.com in America, sell me drugs at two thirds, the price, I run harder, work faster, think more often...and it's two thirds the price'. Benefits to euros before a slump, and back. Keep the dim of the breadline'. Then crossed his legs and kicked the chancellor'. 'No puffin, excuse me madam can I have your IPHONE', Privy street, Goethe!, vogue....slash, Stele Aristoni on a billboard- no force, 'Cologne, Baden-Baden', a little burgundy train puffed past. At the gate. '....protesters....pull in....children, children', 'P.E.P pounds to Euros to Pounds......benefits, slim the dim?, dim earn £500 not £50k, who plays with the cash', Gwynn Taylor ambled along the treliss, 'oy,you', 'groovy....cheery by,,,,a grid pattern', vvvvoooommmm,
Everybody loves the sunshine
Sunshine, folks get down in the sunshine
Sunshine, folks get brown in the sunshine
amongst the trees and flowers
amongst the trees and flowers
amongst the trees and flowers
in the sunshine
Vogue blew in his face, 'tunnel', chang, cadillac, shovel, earthmover 'sniping', all fall on Ted Taylor, and then over a brick wall. Green berrets swing landrover + AMF 'Gordon!', sweep round, vrrrroooom, 'that's security slow down!', smoke, tree, swerve, sniper, falling tree, vssssooom, 'by, by the security', securicor shunts, NANA yogi the bear head, WHEELS + ALF clarence the cross-eyed lion
'rock bomb', cabooomb, shook the landrover, Gordon shrieked, kock machine pistols, winch, driver and passenger out, NANA + ALF in, 'drife', games without frontiers played, opens her carpet bag, current buns?, 'stop', winch falls, 'come on, come on', like a rabbit in a top hat, 9 police cars follow, beetle second from the back. The M25 NANA + WHEELS abrest,swish, onto the roundabout, brake, Dibble and grub, veer up the carriage way and turn, Magrew + detective barley, swerve right behind WHEELS, the AMF zooms, a soldier flumps on Cuthberts bonnet 'oh I say', POO, POO, joined the tail, VW and AUDI block the sliproads, bullets ping, green berrets jump up and down, Pop the van decompresses, chair click, click back, red knuckles on wheel, hair stood up, tink, tink, bumpers touch, sparks, sparks, a draft blew in, bikers smoked fags at the road up, clap, clap clapping, women dropped thier tits down, cars slowed,I smiled, so did the girls in the landrover, two dynamiters, hieneken and guiness sat on the reservation, stared up the slip road,
and round they went again, vr000m, vrooom, wiz, wiz, alf, alf, alf, nana, nana, nana, POO swerved over the roundabout, 'WHEELS' accelerated, shunted the boot, NANA bang hammmered POO spun in the air, bikers pogoooed, 'a fight broke out', swerve bang, magrew lost the path.....Guiness, deckchairs, and cider lollipops. NANA + WHEELS abrest up the down sliproad, soldiers hopped out, tanker, crane, transporter, 'library!', blood transfussion, 'hot dog!', single file vvvvvwwmmmmph, nana, nana, alf, alf, alf, alf, tring, tring, tring, tring a VW in the fast lane. Jeremy Clarkson belted up the road, swerve, Ernst and Wllm von stomph in persuit. WHEELS swerved, the smoke stpped, lost control, snowploughed, flumpy, bump,bump,bump, bubbunk, two wheels, bubbunk, tumpty, tumpty ah, tumpty, tumpty ahhhhh, swerved and vrrrruuum vssssooooom NANA + ALF vssssooooom stared at each other. Michael Caine put on a latex glove, Alvin Stalwart, cherry picker, smoke billowed from a cement mixer. He stared into the black grill, lifted out a tray of 'cheese on toast, 'lovely', 'a smoking beef wagon!', FLOAT...FLOAT...FLOAT...PANTECHNICAN, AIRCRAFT, AIRCRAFT SIMULATOR, SHOE, GIRAFFE BOX, MOBILE HOME, BEEF WAGON, hard shoulder, down, down, accross a field. Helicopters dawned. AMF 'whoosh, whoosh, whoosh....whoosh', building site accross the hum, tossed planks in the current. BOOBOO sat cross legged in the wood. ALF on bicycle, bubblecar vroooom, Gertons fish farm, empty bed. Ann and Nina climbed out of a haystack into a carboot sale, 'hello ladys, got something for me?',
WHEELS door opened, peeped out, umberella, racing wheels, whoosh down a the service passage, twittering, whoosh.
The town hall, empty deck chairs clanged on the roof. A place that means importance. The Lord Mayor Boris BODECIA (heavy) cracking wafers, lowered his glass, raise to his stature 'cheese'........obviously very, very long time ago, appeared in loafers at the street, 'Whats going on'. 'Cheese chopped, I don't want soul memories', 'chop + cheese, you pin-up', Kerry span, 'I don't want that...', 'Christophers standing for the monster raving looneys....', chang, behind a cartoon desk, 'arrrrggghhh, Hattie', Mr Hislop, and private eye shrivelled, under his desk, a dayglo pink man on donkey leant on wall. Slide along the radiator, Kerry click, click, click, murmub'read all about it, I'm a murmur.....I work under here...ahhhh Mrs Hayridge, she reads honey......synpatico,...BIOME!'
Two Rumanians sat in the bushes. chink
Nuts + Stuff, Sexual squalor
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Interview: Issiah Fartwell talking to Nick Henson
Under interagation sex images are used, pwerful with lack of sex. Websense, frigid cows, encourage a rise in the '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).
In case you wondered what it looked like
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Interview: Issiah Fartwell talking to Nick Henson
Under interagation sex images are used, pwerful with lack of sex. Websense, frigid cows, encourage a rise in the '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).
In case you wondered what it looked like
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The Workers March
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Black clouds circled, the gallop- ‘5 inches across, his leg up, vinegar for the swelling’, David Gower the angel in the window on the phone, stared down at the housewife next door, pulled of his scorched bow tie. ‘Kerr’…bathing in medallions and chocolate easter eggs…whats sort of…I’m suspicious, liand white…white and black…Nina…The common….’.D.G was in charge of the finances whilst Mrs Hayridge was away.
Miss Diane lay topless in her summer house,
‘Whilst Hatties away you get £27.00, a week, Timmy £13, and Nina £57.50…easyjet £69.00!’
Gaynor 19 buffed the garden in a stringvest,
‘blah, blah , wood’,
20 year old Rachel, stood in sandals
locked in the senotaph
The Stroll- behind the walls of beamed, brown walled house, Lee Hurst upturned white woolly wig, bent beneath a 7inch, Lady opposite end Gentlemen rats above the fireplace (matchstick model)
Mel (Smith) and his brother Ted in mustard rover 1100 up the curbs, and parked on both sides of the street. Lee looked hasty, ‘waste not want not’, ‘atmospheric…a pile of 70’s knaves…the neighbours....family album’, ‘keeping your hand in, recession round the corner, always upgrading’, ‘and a small bottle of humbug wine’, ‘thankyou very much’, ‘a travel chest freezer!’, clump, puff of smoke, fridge in the back, over a milestone, the curbside disappeared through drivers window, tonk, tonq, wheels dangled.The ride- The petti bourgois behiour difficult to explain, used to give me bizarre reasons for poverty being its own reward, don’t want to be cogni – centi, they’ll scare you, scare me, Mrs Jackson, came between my post and the crooks, The ladi a delicious pie, peeped from one eye, stuffed her face, two pudgy fingers grasped for a child with sticky kneck beneath the counter, ‘Kerry….racing wheels….Hattie honey of humbridge pestered men….I could be re-directed to Brighton…., I shall have some lenticular photos (mobile 3D)…. filsh for us, fine to us, fig to us, the workers march, bloody revolution, oh shes gone, Kerry the mermaid?’. Ptong a flintlock punched a navel in Kerry the mermaid, hair flung back.The locals spenta lot on preservation Georgian wall, round Riley and Tubbs. Est 1857, a little stone bridge where goblins steel.
Buckingham palace railings,
‘It’s so right it’s so good, spread some love in the neighbourhood’ Tim C, a pipe cleaner, married at 18, barely seen a nude girl, off to the fib factory, gold collar pin, whomph, whomph, whomph, crepes, through the door, missing from the westend for three weeks,Tim Brook Taylor ‘head through the railings ‘God save the queen’the workers march- A nude girl on a white horse, YaaaaaY, aYYYYa, Ya, Ya, aaaaaY, clink, clink, a hamburger stand turned in the throng, chank, chank, chank, chang, chang climbed the railings, Lord Cardlytinkton, looked a roast chicken flew through the louvre, the finish, P.E.P!?’ ‘hey Charlie show some mustard’, the rail removed, white gloves carried it away.
Black reconnaisance dome helmets, black leathers, bikers wondered through a still wood. Sally James, Philipa Forester....Dudley and Ian Mcshane, David Essex, Nicky Henson, Lee Evans and I, put my colt away. The M25 trucks liealong the hard shoulder, vvrrruuuum, vvrrruuuum, vvrrruuuum, pum, pum, pum, vrrruuuum, pum, roared into Loughton, a line, down the high street. Gordon Brown legs together in furry slippers and, reads a book.
Black clouds circled, the gallop- ‘5 inches across, his leg up, vinegar for the swelling’, David Gower the angel in the window on the phone, stared down at the housewife next door, pulled of his scorched bow tie. ‘Kerr’…bathing in medallions and chocolate easter eggs…whats sort of…I’m suspicious, liand white…white and black…Nina…The common….’.D.G was in charge of the finances whilst Mrs Hayridge was away.
Miss Diane lay topless in her summer house,
‘Whilst Hatties away you get £27.00, a week, Timmy £13, and Nina £57.50…easyjet £69.00!’
Gaynor 19 buffed the garden in a stringvest,
‘blah, blah , wood’,
20 year old Rachel, stood in sandals
locked in the senotaph
The Stroll- behind the walls of beamed, brown walled house, Lee Hurst upturned white woolly wig, bent beneath a 7inch, Lady opposite end Gentlemen rats above the fireplace (matchstick model)
Mel (Smith) and his brother Ted in mustard rover 1100 up the curbs, and parked on both sides of the street. Lee looked hasty, ‘waste not want not’, ‘atmospheric…a pile of 70’s knaves…the neighbours....family album’, ‘keeping your hand in, recession round the corner, always upgrading’, ‘and a small bottle of humbug wine’, ‘thankyou very much’, ‘a travel chest freezer!’, clump, puff of smoke, fridge in the back, over a milestone, the curbside disappeared through drivers window, tonk, tonq, wheels dangled.The ride- The petti bourgois behiour difficult to explain, used to give me bizarre reasons for poverty being its own reward, don’t want to be cogni – centi, they’ll scare you, scare me, Mrs Jackson, came between my post and the crooks, The ladi a delicious pie, peeped from one eye, stuffed her face, two pudgy fingers grasped for a child with sticky kneck beneath the counter, ‘Kerry….racing wheels….Hattie honey of humbridge pestered men….I could be re-directed to Brighton…., I shall have some lenticular photos (mobile 3D)…. filsh for us, fine to us, fig to us, the workers march, bloody revolution, oh shes gone, Kerry the mermaid?’. Ptong a flintlock punched a navel in Kerry the mermaid, hair flung back.The locals spenta lot on preservation Georgian wall, round Riley and Tubbs. Est 1857, a little stone bridge where goblins steel.
Buckingham palace railings,
‘It’s so right it’s so good, spread some love in the neighbourhood’ Tim C, a pipe cleaner, married at 18, barely seen a nude girl, off to the fib factory, gold collar pin, whomph, whomph, whomph, crepes, through the door, missing from the westend for three weeks,Tim Brook Taylor ‘head through the railings ‘God save the queen’the workers march- A nude girl on a white horse, YaaaaaY, aYYYYa, Ya, Ya, aaaaaY, clink, clink, a hamburger stand turned in the throng, chank, chank, chank, chang, chang climbed the railings, Lord Cardlytinkton, looked a roast chicken flew through the louvre, the finish, P.E.P!?’ ‘hey Charlie show some mustard’, the rail removed, white gloves carried it away.
Black reconnaisance dome helmets, black leathers, bikers wondered through a still wood. Sally James, Philipa Forester....Dudley and Ian Mcshane, David Essex, Nicky Henson, Lee Evans and I, put my colt away. The M25 trucks liealong the hard shoulder, vvrrruuuum, vvrrruuuum, vvrrruuuum, pum, pum, pum, vrrruuuum, pum, roared into Loughton, a line, down the high street. Gordon Brown legs together in furry slippers and, reads a book.
Pilkdown Chase
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The good queen had gone to Mauritius with Darwin. Bills legs together, he sat up a hill, eating a blackcurrant lolly, with the vicars wife.
Pilkdown Chase, Lady Hayrydges mare, stomped wildly through the white towers across the bridge, dark (blonde) hair, down her back in merry silver, pelted it across a field, Lady Hayrydge, ‘Ineqcscusable’, amongst flying cows, and greaves.
For years the little town of Pilkdown chase, had been buying up, farms in the area, restoring bridleways, walks, woods, access Wllm+Mary – Modern landscapes, sealed and resold.
The chase- (The actual work of the FayrefordFarm trust PAYPAL inc. Shaman, techno, caravans, ammenitiesw, fairs, fates and muses), Clip, clip, fliff, bang, bung, bang, swishing wheels. Sharp coachman, whistled, ginger locks, poodles head on a mans body, 8 a piece. Inside (smart) Lee (Hurst), Mrs Jackson, Annabel (Croft), David (Gower), ‘Pontiac as a boy’, back from a tour to the fib factory. David, ‘Briddle doughnuts…three weeks and their gone’, Lee zipped through the window, Lee, ‘Threepenny bits!?’. David, ‘A warning to grooms…the gypsies’, they all looked up, ‘dissappearing!?’, mystrerious power, generous, dark, David lit his pipe. ‘Over, move, and make us a faculity town’. Of course the sharp always did fight for the preservance of their faculties. ‘G.Ps, J.Ps, L.Ps, yes well pleased, Pilkdown a faculity town’
On roofs aerofoils sprayed windy rain, up walls. Annabel had an enormous cat Annabel, ‘I ugly or Pretty’. Reed woven tray on botham, David, ‘get out on the disco floor’. The piazza always dry, David scurried out, with a beer gut, and beard, the south wind blew left or right. David, ‘Coachman…?’, Coachmean, ‘Meet in the furrowed eyebrow (Meade and Lager).
‘David’, ‘United front', 'we should heap our faculties against the faculity thieves…clear the town’, David, ‘The gypsies like people, who live on the M25, but I don’t know much about wandering’, ‘What of tunnelling and space, the fleet’,
TUNNELING
1. Articles + Mags to please
2. Compete. Competing magazines, become more expert.
3-1 ‘to please or tunnelling.
4 In the heaven of self (no immunities)
5 Pushers with tunnel maps arrive (newspaper experts)
6 Addicts become slaves, everyone cannot communicate with each other.
Space
Big orange estates, supermarkets, no contact with public, townhall, friends, ‘young farmers’ etc. In space walls spiral- chakraganges- spread your territory , together watertight.
Coachmen, 'Organic old style town…..bigger wood…ban books…. faculties or the fleet…’, David, ‘exceptions!?’.
Mr Gower and Mrs Jackson occasionally liked dog walking across the common, David red setter, Scottie, pitbull, and king charles, pitter, patter, potter, pisser, marigolds, box trees, English cheddar trees, round the cricket pavilion. Petti bourgoius angel, Mrs Jackson, past farmers boy on snorting horse, husky, afghan, Pekinese, twisted past the borough sign, now through the grass, wasp…wasp…wasp…David lept like fire. Wicked Annabel (Croft) tripped astride a muddy puddle, along a hay ridge, ‘an oblong nettle?’, nose peeked through the grass, ‘hey gippos get of my f’in land…see my bridle doughnuts…wicked gypsy boy’, David (Essex), ‘three weeks and their gone’, David Essex lay in a boat, in an open light blue shirt. Like a rabbit in a tophat, she ran through the wood, a shriek, from behind, pistols abrest, ‘strafed the trees.
The good queen had gone to Mauritius with Darwin. Bills legs together, he sat up a hill, eating a blackcurrant lolly, with the vicars wife.
Pilkdown Chase, Lady Hayrydges mare, stomped wildly through the white towers across the bridge, dark (blonde) hair, down her back in merry silver, pelted it across a field, Lady Hayrydge, ‘Ineqcscusable’, amongst flying cows, and greaves.
For years the little town of Pilkdown chase, had been buying up, farms in the area, restoring bridleways, walks, woods, access Wllm+Mary – Modern landscapes, sealed and resold.
The chase- (The actual work of the FayrefordFarm trust PAYPAL inc. Shaman, techno, caravans, ammenitiesw, fairs, fates and muses), Clip, clip, fliff, bang, bung, bang, swishing wheels. Sharp coachman, whistled, ginger locks, poodles head on a mans body, 8 a piece. Inside (smart) Lee (Hurst), Mrs Jackson, Annabel (Croft), David (Gower), ‘Pontiac as a boy’, back from a tour to the fib factory. David, ‘Briddle doughnuts…three weeks and their gone’, Lee zipped through the window, Lee, ‘Threepenny bits!?’. David, ‘A warning to grooms…the gypsies’, they all looked up, ‘dissappearing!?’, mystrerious power, generous, dark, David lit his pipe. ‘Over, move, and make us a faculity town’. Of course the sharp always did fight for the preservance of their faculties. ‘G.Ps, J.Ps, L.Ps, yes well pleased, Pilkdown a faculity town’
On roofs aerofoils sprayed windy rain, up walls. Annabel had an enormous cat Annabel, ‘I ugly or Pretty’. Reed woven tray on botham, David, ‘get out on the disco floor’. The piazza always dry, David scurried out, with a beer gut, and beard, the south wind blew left or right. David, ‘Coachman…?’, Coachmean, ‘Meet in the furrowed eyebrow (Meade and Lager).
‘David’, ‘United front', 'we should heap our faculties against the faculity thieves…clear the town’, David, ‘The gypsies like people, who live on the M25, but I don’t know much about wandering’, ‘What of tunnelling and space, the fleet’,
TUNNELING
1. Articles + Mags to please
2. Compete. Competing magazines, become more expert.
3-1 ‘to please or tunnelling.
4 In the heaven of self (no immunities)
5 Pushers with tunnel maps arrive (newspaper experts)
6 Addicts become slaves, everyone cannot communicate with each other.
Space
Big orange estates, supermarkets, no contact with public, townhall, friends, ‘young farmers’ etc. In space walls spiral- chakraganges- spread your territory , together watertight.
Coachmen, 'Organic old style town…..bigger wood…ban books…. faculties or the fleet…’, David, ‘exceptions!?’.
Mr Gower and Mrs Jackson occasionally liked dog walking across the common, David red setter, Scottie, pitbull, and king charles, pitter, patter, potter, pisser, marigolds, box trees, English cheddar trees, round the cricket pavilion. Petti bourgoius angel, Mrs Jackson, past farmers boy on snorting horse, husky, afghan, Pekinese, twisted past the borough sign, now through the grass, wasp…wasp…wasp…David lept like fire. Wicked Annabel (Croft) tripped astride a muddy puddle, along a hay ridge, ‘an oblong nettle?’, nose peeked through the grass, ‘hey gippos get of my f’in land…see my bridle doughnuts…wicked gypsy boy’, David (Essex), ‘three weeks and their gone’, David Essex lay in a boat, in an open light blue shirt. Like a rabbit in a tophat, she ran through the wood, a shriek, from behind, pistols abrest, ‘strafed the trees.
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