I HAVE SEEN SYD BARRETT
This morning there landed a kind of UFO in me back garden. Out of it walked what can only be described as a Syd Barrett in drag.
But he is alive and well.
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Both wine and bread at confirmation were fake and this small site might just attract others that experienced the same. Critical voices? Those that participate? Who knows. For those that find sympathy with a walk on the wild sides of life, mountains, rivers or forests but do not pretend to escape. Other bits and pieces the news and also odds and sods that cry out "leave it off mate". Justly a lark and maybe the lark. But the lark will often land on the cactus.
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13 comments:
Having hallucinations again Zola? Best get yourself round to the doc post haste.
Zola : It might be good for you to go on a special diet of fish oil.
You'll be telling us next that you stumbled upon Luther Vandross dancing with his father again, and that you turned the old man over to the paedo police.
Vandross should have been turned over to the taste police for performing such a dreary ditty.
I should think a bit of star dust from Easter Island is needed here.
I find these posts (above) totally inappropriate and in bad taste.
I write this for the record.
For all to see in the future when history will be the judge.
Oh dear! And there was me fondly thinking that Zola is the Lord of Misrule and that this was the one precious site on the internet where good taste could be safely flung to the winds (and usually is).
"Safely flung"?
To the winds
To the winds
Where safety has no dominion.
Too much Elf n' Safety these days!
"Where'eer you be let wind go free
For it was wind that killeth me" -
18th century gravestone.
No farting on this site thank you.
I run a respectable establisment here.
Oh - what's it called? Can you supply the link, please?
He wasn't hallucinating, it was me, CC Wook from Cadwal Planet, packing it in with my Jarnell Intersplit in a slightly off-parallel track to the crash in Old Mankato in 1949, that landed me in thus vile Smith-embodiment. 'Twas whilst I was chasing a notorious criminal from Beyond, you see, /he/ back-tracking to incarnate as A Hitler. (I had a load of warrants and was making for Old Churchill and going to go to Germany and detain the six-year-old Adolph as soon as I'd gotten my majority and pinched a stack of sovereigns from out of Randolph's bedstand; only, alas, sixty years ago decidedly is not 135 years ago, the devils had gone OFF gold in the meantime, and this damned time-travel is altogether a bust!)
Me dear Body Wookey : We are concerned about your "doings" and your ability to get a sane head a'spinning.
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