Even Later than Camouflage
This Time
A Fight for Attention.
The monkeys chewed it over.
Off they all went.
Too tired to shout . Too poor to fight for attention
Experimentaly yours . Sir Squilfore Shaker
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Bedroom posters covered the walls and tops of tables where the Count lay dying . His splashed yellow and reds still wet and dripping as Guinivere dusted the book cabinet.
‘Oh say can you see’, she coninued ‘that which I can see ‘, and his eyes moved slowly in his strained sockets at the ceiling as he worried his lower lip with a stained tooth. This used to be where the work got made. This used to be where he played the harpsichord and drew smutty pictures for his own pleasure . All gone. All destroyed . A wayward missile measured the inches to pages and pages of flesh and bones and exploded.
The world contined to hear Guiniver and Guiniver only . And . From the trees small stars winked at the room and pitied the small paintings with woody photons smelling faintly of citrous.
Than Others.
Others were to follow. Mostly about Fresh Air and The World in the Fresh Air and all thats in it. While thinking about it the boy watched the Tyger video of the band singing Friends. A piece of music that only Martin Koerner had ever heard of. Because Martin has listed to pretty much everything and doesn’t sleep . Barely time for breath if you’re Martin . Or anythhing else come to that. Like – barely time to promote your own material eh Martin ?
The More There Is.
The more there is the more there is might be a poor idea for a new post but could be pretty nifty for checking to see you you can follow a simple instruction from your site builder . So there we are. The more there is the more there is . And the better we all are for it. Maybe. We don’t know but lets publish and find out.
