Fantastic Metropolis

So did you see the murderer? The flying fox lands at landlubbers jetty safe and sound. Ay. The stick shivered as she thought of the slain nurse and the man who had left her grey with terror. What happened last night was a human being murdered. Not content with one he thinks you are the next dead body in disguise. The smell of Fleur de Mal. On Sundays visitors cool enough to kill reptiles have an account to settle and I after all I was inciting the people to rebel. My broken heart went on beating but I could not get used to being back in the flesh. Woe. Give me your poetry I believe I can read between the lines. Hey the hopelessness of these splinters is just right.

Thanks to the cuttle fish who took refuge in the melting snow they returned in time to take a warm luncheon on the north verandah. Little wonder literature waned. They were ringing for mustard when tallow noticed a boa constrictor slinking rapidly across the lawn. It was yoked to a wicker work stage coach. The driver cracked a small whip and as they approached a strange crooning could be heard.

6

The coach soon rolled up to the flower beds. O great Boppy I bring tidings from the starfish suffocating in your aquarium. This was a lie and the gipsy knew it. Pretending to be playing a game of hide and seek with the authorities Trago was really only there to quell any unrest.

Miss Everso was slain the Kelpie answered hoarsely short changed without mercy. Yes the doll and I were too late. Ting ting-a-ling ting ting-a-ling. Owls listened from the broken windows. Tragopogon left the robot governess unmoved. She does not believe in the inevitable. Walk to the other side of the rainbow. Help me raze the landmarks of this subterranean world. Think about Charles Maturin in the winter of 1816 warming his reflection between two mirrors. Ochone! Who is this beggar to interrupt our story? Why we’re wasting time. Prisoner to the lust of the sea Miss Everso what brought you here can take you back. All you have to do is tell me where you hid the treasure I’ll let you go. Up Miss Everso and over. To live among the drowning you must pay the dead. Up to the rose petals. Without the audible word because I’m proverb I will never get published. What do you say Miss Everso murmured Exmo il medico scared?

There are no wolves now. She pressed her face to the ruins lost in the romances of the airship gettre de peer. The cat finished the milk—we were back in the kitchen—just as patiently. Having learnt the secret of time and space Tragopogon went crawling into another novel taking the cat guillotine and the haunted bagpipes with him. Miss Delamere pattered after Boppy to the catacombs.

7

Swiftly like shadows disappearing in the darkness the poet wrote his early poems within earshot of the deaf ventriloquist. He read hate literature aloud stamping up and down the secret staircase Ah I’m glad to hear it. Thinking won’t get you to the lowest oubliette of the oldest castle.

Do you have the presence of mind to live in reality as it is or only as you see it? Bah I have you to keep me sane answered Boppy I read the most modern books and I don’t have a penny for your fast forwards.

Alive with bravery and forebodings Miss Delamere unlocked the treasure cave. One hundred years of greed had been hidden under the old house during the reign of Regulus the sleepless tyrant. It was all very sad and unnatural. Unmindful of the protesting door they spent some time covered with spines. Remains of another river dragon barred the passage.