visions of things




i was amble-plodding down a y'oldey wonky lane

 to my left a field of donkeys

in the head an empty brain


to my right a field of peas when the visions burst forth

yes pods a plenty

as a jenny eeyored


i saw next ash wednesday it rained around 3ish

a ginormous artichoke

an otter feeling peevish


a baboon in a wedding dress - 2 pixies playing badminton

& then shite faded out to nowt

- should i inform the vatican

( ? )

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the girl with carrots for fingers



the girl with carrots for fingers

had actual carrots for fingers

i met her one crunchy

candlemas eve

hiding in a wood

amidst the frosty old trees


the girl with carrots for fingers

oh how her carrot touch lingers

she escaped from a farm-lab

then lived on the run

a super-hush experiment

& potentially; weapon


yes the girl with carrots for fingers

don't worry - her hair wasn't ginger

we spoke of a future

her voice was a song

but come the yawn of morning-thing

that carrot girl had gone

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when stuart discovered he was a hologram-stuart

when stuart discovered he was a hologram-stuart

he felt a strange sense of relief

'this will explain why i always look the same,

never get hungry

or feel the need for sleep'


when stuart discovered he was a hologram-stuart

he felt a strange sense of pride

as 'not everyone's a conscious light-based entity

but what have they done with the human me

& why'

( ? )

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