Then in Cnneticutt with the lama dn the high kala we undressed mauve clad nuns because they delighted in the tantra of it. Ah you must be a beatnik. Ah you must be an artist. Ah. Sayeth another, how’da get al that money. Time tells and tells all in the end a nd Shelley said it right ways up if only two hundred years later was in advance of time he’d have had sald for breakfast in Salamanders if he was alive now I’d say. The taxi shook and grunted hauling us out into the green and roick of the York bridge, as Merlot and Wells and Bennet passed by fluttering above our necks their old tirades. Secen twons for seven sisters. The headliners were Indecent Frntage and the Price of Haven when Cathy entered all heads turned and I was enlightened instantly. Kids fought and played wearing lime green, and bumped each other off skooters costing mints to some. Ladies plied handkerchiefs rarely, in fact, and in perpetuity, coughing and excusing excusing themselves wherever they went.
