Who is Julia?
by grimbeau
The meeting of the legspurts went swimmingly and crucial decisions for the next fortnight were agreed,
prescriptions were exhanged fully aware that it was a chance to check out whose who at Newbury Zoo
Loops and Bubbles mingle round the burning monk poffering fresh faggots to kill the time between
events in need of management: to err on the side of caution and riddle the fire with care.
We agree the rules of engagement for long time ahead encounters for ‘I am not Daniel fucking Blake
or Guy the bleedin’ Gorilla. Scripts changed hands in blind faith and we parted on good squirms.
Stricken while the summer quells the rabble with crowdless spectacles and canned hubbub. Dicing
with disaster down the monkey menders. Snakes eyes in a sterile mask runs the flicker show.
Two seals on a dragon trend on suspect media. Strange news from another star. Spouts a humane policy
:count you fingers first. Jaded by disfigurement we plough the short and narrow.
Have they got the urn yet? Couple of shovels of ash and bone tasteful in majolica. Not a municipal jar
Spilt in the boot of the car. Shunted by the masked mammy on the school run.