Monday, 2 March 2009

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.

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