Bare rolling and watching the telly, its truck me one afternoon as I surveyed the para Olympics that this was hr year we would. Beijing and parachute drops from twenty thousand. Ashamed to admit. Delighted to announce. Chantalle Petticlaire and the onederfu way this has happened. Now there is the new start, a desire and huge feat made. Theres something in the air; seven years later, in Tibet as the panchen Lama and the Entourage make their own way through the fires. I, carrying fag and lunch of vodka and juice and dreams that I once had, rolling down the hill in sixteenth position through Sough up Ealing Broadway. Ere mate. Gis us a hand with that limit. See that? Tanni and Wannit. Wearing a Phelpsian desire of five medals. And I decided that we would and we could and we shouldn’t let the poor dame pass up the chance for a sickette note. Downstream guards hid in the bushes at Long Walk, Upstream stares as the delights and the folie coupe du Grace was launched downtown. She was shiny she was shirty she wore pantyhose up under he nighty. He was handsome that one was quick and the world reverberated with Compassion now that the paralympic flame has been lit. We curled up on couches and cried for Louisa as she ran the last haf mile with only one hand inside her; the hearts were dragons, the Hsng Hou dynasty said it was best, how they made their fortune pulling rigging across the high seas I just don’t know. Its her birthday, said to explain for her behanviour dancing and ringin in the night, poor bloke from Kitwe wth a black eye sounding very dour about it all. Upscaled at Paddingtons, passage through tubes to the Victoria Express we were lining up for delights when she lifted her dress now we are back at home drinking eating pizza and loving with smiles and gless and truths that we feel on the floor in black boots the one we made up and the one we left behind and the truth and the farce of it and under their milks white steaming session of a weightlifiting Powerball of a night the glum yellow brick faced Van Gogh left behind wioed off with a European smile. PppAre pare. Duttare. Com. The shinin lamp upon the roads of our own hearts had been lit, and I felt a surge of compassion and sadness; embarrassment at myself, and yet, understanding. How we are and have been a compassionate world; how wee care why we care what we care about and what it is that we do and can unify around. The younf wan yes tit up the old crocker was telling me, His father worked fa Bmw and that was a white propellor ain the dei sky on the hub. I played with Clarkie as a babs, Yellow jacket. Bee. Watch out it sings and it stings, through the corridor a hearty laugh and a notebook came from the Near East. The flame was lit from the temple of Heaven as the galactic center passed overheard this year we crammed into the tube station near ten pm and found ourselves sitting opposite a right little minxer who was it seemed most definitely tho she was of course there with her mother of which of course there is no doubt that she was yor honour on this squireHe let us pass by. The four squaddies making their own way up to the barracks later, understanding that we had a special dispensation to see the Queen’s Grounds when we lit our cigarettes, questions would have been asked but in no sense were we trammeled by any of it. The wave of compassion swept through the nation some four days later, and it was welcome as we dsi we had to now and we did welcome the High Priestess of the Annuaki and the Sumerian Babylos roared into the fire again. Once outsde the stadium we were picked off by a couple of right Royal trests and they shared a moped ride so
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