bits of whitsuns daydreams shaving cream intermittent. lettuces madrigal clavicle crevices. code abuse stagger quagga overviews. energies lemon trees premises memories ...
Art
easter card list
cauliflowers heather collecting feathers eleanor of aquitaine thorpe cloud turin shroud apple pips wednesdays mismanaged antelopes hauntings artichokes marzipan envelopes ...
always gorse
there's always magic meadows the hedgerows rabbits & hares mountain & brown this valley forever in any weather & then of course there's always gorse ...
24 owls
yes some are blatantly secretly flemish whilst others hobble-plod like that 3-legged dog which you pass some mornings or occasional evenings some supplicate cress some cling to the ceiling the darker ones they're hell folk they're born with 13 elbows further some last a second some stay for the week then some have swollen glands & others wandering hands - yes every day's unique ...
free socks here!
free socks here yes get your free socks it's not a con nor promotion they weren't socklifted from shops it's just my present to the people & there's plenty yes - lots so free socks here yes get your free socks ...
pillar of the community
i'm a pillar of the community the council named a bus stop after me to honour my extensive good r.e local charities then in 2012 a special luncheon was held where the mayor shook my hand - DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM? ...
a car packed with peas
struggling for space to move or breathe as a passenger in a car packed with peas - yes far too many legumes hardly any leg-room ...
the punch & judy man
mother used to warn with the sterness of a storm 'please stay away from that punch & judy man yes - by all means be amused by his swazzley domestic abuse but never-ever-ever accept sweets from his hand or take him up on the offer of a lift in his van' everyone knew really ...
blubbering on
do not stand at my grave & weep as i faked my own death i aint 6 six feet deep there's a sack of maris pipers in the coffin down there whilst i live the high life new i.d - elsewhere so when you awaken in the morning shite for me it might be evening, early afternoon or night aye - so do not blubber at my graveside & that instead fuck yourself rigid you stupid fucking twat x ...
foxes don’t wear gloves
foxes don't wear gloves & i've never seen a bee don a bonnet in or on it foxes don't wear gloves no none of the above ...
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