It was amazement. Amazement that Uranus had predicted and proved the quickening is health and must happen. QUIXOTIC as Aquarius was in Neptune, the memories of sea swathing our hips as we dove like dolphins into. She and I made sound yawp together off balconies. Lord of All glammed it up into the couch for his missus brought tea round for the Big Screen. Plebs shed beds and tv’s were all thrown out. The carcasses of technology everywhere laden by the bins. Orange neon happenstance and yellow juiced wine gums made us lick our lips for all that eclipsing, something did shut down, perhaps a Virgoan tendency for perfection is a good thing, wondered Ben Elfin out olud from the balcony. As he watched the sun setting on that hot summer day his mind returned to the bluebell field in which he’d first lay down with her; her dark skin so close to him now, seemed oddly distant in his memory; All he could really remember was the sound of the grass. Windsweeping in from the West took them inside, and drinks were poured before the taberbnacle was again given to the collective. All hail jupe the tone free of All remonstrance, simply shining.; Beulah, Ulvelah and Xerxes all presiding in fornicating madness of Dsionysian cleansing under ritualistic holly the sun shone down. Further back from the green fields, patterns on lawns emerging, circular, tetractys, ovoid, oblongate quadicosidodecahedrons and the Ceres side of Astro jumping became clear, even on that hot night the shields went up against the solar ingress, star studded from 2 million years ago Green said that was what Stevens meant to say with his concupiscidiant guitar. I myself drove a yellow wheelbarrow down to the Old Ladies pram race and bedeviled by tankards pissed in by barkeeps too bored to think much of it. Ah swoon. The street swayed with the speed the notes came out the banks. The corners were eroded, but the cornices were perfect. Church of sandstone turned inward and became domicile, and the glittering vectors were making it all come right. I went with Don down to the Leon Castle, and there, high abover Borders and trans beyond concept and experiences there bathed in that florid light. Buddhas drove their wars down to the Laundromat and it all became clean, and well ordered. Saturn, pushing through at 11 degree of the Virgtin cloud made us look toward the 2010 conjunctions but at the back of the top of the flagpole there was the when it all was over, and here we were referrirng to 2020 or thereabout. Eight long forks were placed side by side at the dinner table that night as the Edinburgh festivellers broke rank and played Dixie Down on trombone for the Candian Marionettes who had always been Scottish brought back tap shoes and tradition to the islea. Cameras and actions, makeshift watches and new night panties disregarded for the imaginal. Cleveland broke though into the Royal enclosure, winning its race in Valencia two fathoms before the next, as Neptune again sailed us to the gold. We couldn’t stand it, but we couldn’t hate it either. We couldn’t analyse it but nor could we ignore it. A dog running through the park leaping into the arms of a puppy; and the dandelion tea served upon angelic conches that were laced with Hemming and Vitamin pills. Our hearts, enriched by this spectacle, stood there on the balcony, only feet from the Queen.
She was great, the great western blue electric steam fulled locamotiveationed us through tallow and fallow yes until we were there high as robbins dusting themselves off with laquer, smarting through Xiix

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fibulations in the chunnels, ground meat axes in heads laughing at the new You tiube Tube slots were backhanders malingered with juice fueled etiquette as the marionaettes played laughed oh yes we laughed. I was beside her there and then, looking up like a lap down through the folds of her dress. Beautiful she was and not half bad as Danny said it, nearly cut his finger on her dress sense he did. Anyway, there we were , schamboozling or whatever she was suppsed to be doing, we were then…great nives and parks and warm burrons on silks in windows designed by dream merchants to pander for the establishment. Poetry, yeah we had loads of it coming out through our trousers in fields where chestnuts dropped down onto liminal chicks on their yellow breasted waveup the long walk, sally, she roared helpless asna ant, horses ass mouth speaking gibberish we were so happy that yes came through the music and the streets dj’s encamped in barracks, the light green oaks drawing us in. We were upon the woodlands edge when we saw her. Fantastic. All of the winter sould of albion following in her trail. The waking up wasn’t easier than difficult and we sat at the feet for several hours hosting our thoughts together, the plates of the past and the new risen princess presiding. It was elocution and investigation; romance and genius took us throught your land. You were liminal and fantastic as we brushed past you on the lawn all of our elders saying, look at that. My dsear ones, the sweet filled hearts of the love we were feeling came throughout the day. When the seamstress had left the boys alone and run me to the offies