BEHOLD. . . .

at last.

I had to park the car to listen to the two tracks that were aired on the radio. UNBELIEVABLE.

Sorry Mould and Magnetic Fields. 2008 already has its record. . .

Utter Golem

We shan’t dare fall into the Woods.

Wish I ain’t there. Falling to the woods.

We shh. . . and her, falling to the woulds.

Wish and dear, ‘f all in two the goods.

We shan’t hear; fall in Tudor words.

We chant here, of fall into them woods.

Anna echoed quiet woes.

An’ an echo ate quite walls.

Anne AYE’d, echoed kite wars.

Ana, EH! Code: Why Ed Quotes?

Anahi cooed quiet wars.

Awkward begotten: Utter Golem.

Oak ward big Auden. Odd her, Ghoul’em.

OK-art. Beak odd ‘n’ other. . . goal’em!

O! Kart begotten! Udder coal’em.

Oak art be God, then, note her Golem.

OH! Card be gotten! Odd there go! Lend!

Longer eyes saw thy legs despairing

Longer I saw thine legs dispairing

Long her eyes, Awed, AYE! Legs dis-paining

Longer I sawed: Eye, eggs. Thus, pairing.

Longer AYES! O! Thigh, Legs, Dispairing. . .

LO! 'n' her eyes owed I, legs displaying

Long her sighs, Awe thy legs. Display ring.

Half a Person (and another half of Chewbacca writing)

Is it wrong not to always be glad ?
No, its not wrong - but I must add
How can someone so young
Sing words so sad ?

Certainly I'm not a Campbellian hero and if I were one, my first threshold wouldn't lead to an eventual apotheotic moment but to a several denial of callings. In other words, the warrior described in Seven Samurai who claims himself to have battled a thousand wars, all lost, would be me. . . until last night in which a DJ saved my life by playing only The Smiths and Moz (evidently a tribute party).

There was me with my battle comrade, he was drinking as a poet in payday (HA, as if they perceived any cash) and I was dancing in all the manner of an eighties young man, swinging my coat and everything. I just needed a bunch of flowers and a haircomb to excell the imitation. Eventually she was in the dancing floor (bended by the laughter) that I had indeed learned by heart every possible choreography of the vegetarian one. As the thing kept on and I wanted to hang the DJ, we moved to another place. She was pretty drunk and I was utterly stupified. I don't know how to issue a marriage proposal, but last night I tried when she asked to the DarkieDJ She's Lost Control by my favourite mancunians. . .


LAST NIGHT A DJ SAVED MY LIFE!