Fantastic Metropolis

Here’s me shirking my chivalry. Why grumble. You read me? Our world is smarting under the yoke of ignorance and what are you doing? Eating loud butterflies and moping. Very well.

Great Boppy stationed himself behind the times.

Colly unexpectedly jumpy thought of another illogical sentence and it appeared.

One of these drivers is not a figment of your imagination.

Happily that is another story.

I suppose. Al seemed to think it over. I oughtn’t criticise.

At dawn Iffy awoke to find that the dead man had cooled. Thinking that fire would only startle him she couldn’t help hearing tanks outside. They were back near the spine. Suddenly Zari understood what had happened the day her mother brought home snowballs for dinner. Remember to say a few words about our winged forerunners yearning for the beyond. Certainly I stammered.

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It seems that eight 40 had snubbed a certain famous author by taking his wife’s ford after having her breakfast in bed. The idea of the game is to live on in comfort padding your nearly flat characters and retreating soberly into the agreeable life at half time. You’d better cut this repetition out. As usual my enemies join forces. Big School. Defeat at last.

We must do without legs said knickers run!

Stand by to topple you colossal pigmies homeless clean shaven and supperless humanity will not be denied.

I’ve got tons of stories that can’t be hedged in by mere telling. After every day only the moon remains.

I swear good for nothing’s hardly moved in the last hundred million miles said Iphigenia yawning at the void and no wonder. You’ll have to take your turn shouting.

We would have liked to have reached the clown’s shanty by floating over the carnivorous tulips laughing and chatting in an undertone. Evidently the jaded one was never meant to boomerang. Unfortunately it was five o’clock before the characters got to the tar and feather shack stuck permanently in the mud of small memories. Half way through Colly guessed as much.

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I’ll not waste words on you. Willie Skerry the clown was born in 1904. When he was eight years old Big diamonds imprisonment was cut short. Winnie Finn his mistress was found hanging from a large monkey puzzle tree in the French quarter of Calcutta just before our story opens. Winnie had never been much of a mother to young Willie and he was badly brought up by thieving Effie his mother’s elder sister a vulgar overbearing bar maid with a pinch hard as nails. Now as time passed this boorish woman secretly battered the boy with her wine stained hands until one intoxicated night she knocked him unconscious. Willie deserved a better childhood his dog sombrero a quieter puppyhood! Did the big odd world care even a little? He left 5¾ Horace Walpole at 7 the next morning.