reiterate: ya:
floods and rivers and boats and flotsam and jetsam and dairycows and feverish explorers and tri-cornered hats and underwater divers (with their round diving bell helmets) and bubble-gassers and blibber blabber gum and joan d’arc prouncing on a carp and fitful suzy and unleashing warhounds and hungry burrows lacking sense and ribald phallocentric trickster gods and tickled hamsters and clorophyll and wingnuts and juicy juicy mangoes and flocks and flocks of nameless (to me) birds and (don’t forget!) the owl mask that flies away and jungle prince and james bond’s flying boots and sprinkly starbeings eating earth and grinning cheshires and wrinkly beans and all of mr. green-jenkins’ socks and that calendar with all the sundays burnt out and so…..
Ah, that calender with all the sundays burnt out. Brilliant.
Now, if only I can strap this thing onto the back of my horse.
ah clorophyll….
sometimes it takes a thousand stabs before a piece of pie comes on the fork.
ah, stabbing with the fork, coming pie, chlorophyl chloroform colorforms mmmm. Right in the oven, next to the pie that won’t come until the 1001th stab mark has been made.
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