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
