they were goshawfully hot and sweaty when we hugged. There was the wave again. Sweet, sentimental, crisp and cool. Callouses removed by something in the heart had loosened the truth.

Christmas came went was better and wasn’t yearly anyway even at the best of the solstice seasons shifted by degrees and cevtor quarants of our own experience were uniting something. Itt was amazing that anything culd e agreed upon. It was truly her fault. There really was a way to the moon. I really could win a flight to the outer edges of the sub lwevelas of the darkness of space.. Money did really grow on trees and there really were orphans being looked over in the west. It was a fantastic party laid on by fried green eggs and yellow melted sweets as the cloths and bedding as the shelves and illuminations were lit, there was a hush. A quuer walked down beside the track. Shameless. Open bob Monkohous’es mouth. Maonthly ayment `Udimonitors and qwuoncupiscents cigars. Yet be was the seemly of the Yellow Ice Cream. Round tooth and knock hatch to swarm of mackerel and flemming, the M25 talking of over our heads surrounding us each blade of grass up St Leonards Road carrying the messages; the real truth in the Para Polyamourous Olmpic Teamate’s face. The quietitude of Poetry and sausage, and mash. Benny Hill’s death and the turbulent skirts he wore. Their own genius and even today the grim polished mouth of a SuperNanny believing scripts are better than farce. Is she a fake Is he for real? Hey dude, pass the hammer would ya. We laughed. We had to. There was no choice in those days. We had no money. Not like now of course, oh no, definitely not like now. Then there were the radished. Few could say they’d seen anything as large after that. And on Wednesdays? Well, you just couldn’t move for the poets were there creaming off the cake everything their greedy hearts could eat at, munchers on spicersm travelers on uppers, pissers on toasters, and lambruscian teens on E’s for a weekend away from the Sebastopol. Cardiff Yeovil Bulith Wales Cardiff Yeovil Bulisth Wales.