Tuesday, 5 May 2009

Beltane, misfired again

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Bob Dylan came out from the hole and on his ventures,
‘Hello techno-shaman’, under scaffold, ‘hi dude……..pyro-techno-shaman for beltane’, ‘A hovercraft fan, spills all over the place’, ‘midnight, I always says love before lost, does jog abit’, wwosh up the scaffold 200 gallons of electrolysed water’, ‘rainbows’, ‘switch , Mr Cocksedge and…’’glory be’, ‘and my second most favourite sport, trust squirrels on string looking forwards, back feet in little boxing gloves…vrrrvvvrrrrummm’, tossing peanuts in a fan……what can be better than this............. 5 minutes to enjoy myself, longer than anybody in the whole world, cool!,,,..........Alice Cooper’, ‘hi dude’, ‘My first with Eloise, knickers down, no she’ll need a chair… this is serious’, Bob and Alice sit down.
Lee Evans sped in the back, ‘lovely family, 3 big girls, nice thick knees, ummm..Maxine..The gambling monarchists and their friends…bromide….I resign….have they lived outside Manchester’, whiz, whiz, whiz, ‘mind the motor, priced everything in Euros great’. ‘Fresh from dung beating in Slovakia it’s Nicholas Parsons’.

From a vanguard, employer ‘I noticed your thigh’, Sid ‘thankyou your grace’,

HH- laies and genglmun, Lee Evans 'Hattie look away',
Stephen Fry in ballet frock ‘or should I say’,
Lee Evans ‘Whats in the box’’,
‘all this on the wheel of delight, U.K pass, the grey projector wheel’, crowd ‘my stapler’, ‘the bulb, the feck…con-feggulations, are you related’.
Lee E, ‘slavery…anything left in the universe’,
Borodin the wizard ‘the staples, caboom’, caboom, run for a tee-shirt, ‘homer simpson wow’, uncle game ‘as a treat I’ll undo my trousers’, ‘to little , to soon’,
‘wipe-out’,
spam ‘can we eat your horse’, tick,
Sid ‘the torch…slavery!’, the torch ‘mind the door’,
‘a dud…bun buns, twiny bun buns, biffy’,
bob ‘lee evans’, slam, slam, slam, ‘Eloise! Nice boobs…Bob and Alice, creek. ’, ‘Joana(Rowling), dare be in your stuffy wheeled box', L.E.Ds beneath wings pigeons, twinkled in the evening sky, and round and round on the limber they went.

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