Wibbly Wobbly - 16/29 October 2003 / part 3
Oh, the fun we have. "One of your Bollocks," etc. Off my tits. Mrs Marples Fun-Bags. But can feel the loneliness there, hovering, stalking me, I'm only staving it off with alcohol and ganj. It will get me. A bend. We go. Basically we all go stark raving mad and meet a horrible death and thats it. But some of us live through it to kick another day into touch. And stop smelling paella, the death smell, that's how the world will end, with a smell of paella, I like paella! But thee smell of smile of miles of rampant paella. That Day I Nearly Died with the smell of paella all around and everywhere As I said to Ruth, even though she couldn't hear me, "I Love You and I can't live without you," 'cos I didn't think I could but obviously I can. If you can call this living. I am life on other planets. Sat with the heavy mob. One of 'em goes to help the bouncers with an awkward customer and comes back like it's all just a big tea-party, which it was.
Do you agree with me? More Dogs Bollocks. Got totally fucked the other night and knew keith was writing on my feet but was too out of it to ken or care what he was writing. Transglobal Underground. When I put my socks on next day I noticed he'd written 'foot' on my right foot and 'other foot' on my left, I haven't had a shower yet so it's still there. Got fucked on skunk after the pub last night and woke up on my mates setee at 1:00. Should have been at the shop for 11 to sort stuff out after the festival at the weekend, but they're cool, when I walked in at 1:30 looking rough as fuck Sue just burst out laughing at me.
I'm a complete idiot and it's all slipping out of control and I don't know where it's going. Found her and lost her again. The gorgeous Lucy with the beautiful smile, back in Nottingham and I don't know where to find her, but she knows where to find me if she wants. Wish she was here but she would just think that I'm a total idiot, which I am at the moment 'cos I don't know what the fuck I'm fucking doing. Hash - rock burns everywhere, fingers 'n all. After-flash the rocket effect. meeting Lucy has helped my head over Ruth, but Lucy is lost, gone back to her world, while I'm still trying to find mine again. Stumbling blindly along, alone, in a stoned/drunken haze, up and down the lane, up and down the ally. Back way, tradesmans entrance. "oh yes please Mrs." Spots all over the shop. Duo. Ditto. Plod-stomp. Yer fodder is getting odder as I crisp and crisp away. Will report back to front. Belly to belly. Paella tea party I can't be bothered to cook. Can I? Yes I can. No I can't. Oh I don't know. I really, really don't. I really don't know. Anything, at all, really.
Oh don't. It's daft. it's too daft. Daft craft. We use your lettuce for nowt. Chaos. Clocks backwards. I'm due this 'cos I've worked really hard and everything has been amazing. I'll tell you all about Musicport in my next epistle to your jolly good shelf. You elf. Next. One Two Three. ..."Oh blimey, the giblets are soiled." Cook captain. Two right. One off. Platipus Beginners Guide. Captain cod litter and the right hook. And the wrong peg in the wrong hole. Wrong hole? What's wrong. Your serum that you dip in your tea, it's finished. Shut. It's in the frigid air. Closed down. Stopped. No more. Goulash. Irish champion. fix it. Not Before. Now. Normal. Normal? Flick it off. Not Normal? Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible? Impossible? A few shillings, what! Tuppence a gallon. Lonely and longing for Lucy, who I will probably never see again, but you never know. Mother, get up those stairs, it's windy in the wendy-house. And all the rest of the chirrup. No buts though-but. Arbuthnot mumble. Easy now.
-Rev. Dr. P.J. Whistler Esq.
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