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.