[said in drunken American way of describble down the bracketed interlude that passes for the lot of my cradled or kept less comfortably )ie comforting) documenting of these rushes and runs that pass for days and night. the phone rings - an irate girl from a margate council estate reckons anyway for now somehow I'll wager a pinkie and me old brass dingerthat if y ou phone 07886862313 £50 is a ripoff 07737008095 you could get yourself

either of those numbers i reckon. The voice? Miracle on 34th St. pop pop pop blowing bubbles you tASTE LIKE CHERRYAde

-where'd my post go? cut off in me prime! a whole page or so of meandering arcadian poesie deleted for all time. mostly about the girl who phoned and berated me for charging £50