Juggler goes radio active (tonight 11pm), diamonds twinkle for Sweet Bean, Minnow makes money on west coast and Apple Crumble is a star at five .. London cold and wet but cherry blossom carried like confetti on the wind..good moments
‘There’s been an assault on the stairs’ shouts Met man through letterbox at 2am .. ‘ I didn’t know it was an offence to leave salt on the stairs’ Willo-the wisp replies sleepily..
Mrs Mustard visits .. Dorothy entertains.. spyche, Dougal and Zeb howl with merry laughter.. spooky connectivity in the air for palace runaways ..So-so returns momentarily .. Wild Caviare’s forecast changes.. Come on The Destitute!
Yoyo and Sweet Bean get diamond, spyche, Dougal and Zebedee get helplessly gay, while Settings’ hens fail to lay golden egg ..So-so Special contracts rarest of blood cancers..spyche blames Barrow and Fallpaper
Numinous Berkshire downs, yearlings graze, bluebird cruises.. fuel queues foolishly endorse frankly maude’s madness.. no panic, earthlings .. we still have feet, just have to remember how to use them – and make politicians walk
Update. Juggler’s made the move. Rockit and Mixit are on launch pad. Settings is pecked by hens. Wads-of-cash visits Helmand, and Foto advises caution with Old Fox. It’s all in the silence. Spyche mumbles.
Settings goes off piste. Tiny catches mackerel. . Yoyo Amore and Sweet Bean plan wedding, Juggler moves out. It’s Spring … black dog sleeps in sun…spyche has no clothes
Green shoots on dead branches. 100th anniversary of he who died as quietly and easily as he lived, no Stalin exit for spyche’s Dad and s/he no Svetlana, either.. time for new underwear, magical Lancome – re-generation of embodied history..
Foto and I sniff out truth over a latte … what is it that haunts the memory, lingers like music on the breeze? sweetness of the skin – individual, unrepeatable …did we lose for love?.. the scent of memory had a body.. Foto couldn’t capture it, ‘.. must be Mum’ ( hat’s off andre green) .. we laughed – truth was it was an other, whatever..
If we follow the line, do we actually go round in circles? If right is defined by wrong, up by down, day by night, opposites define our perceptions; therefore in knowing, we know nothing..
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