THE STEPS LED TO/AND THERE WASN’T REALLY ANYTHING WORTH/APART FROM PRETEND SLEEP & A PICTURE OF VANCOUVER ISLAND/& HE SAID

I went into the bathroom an splashed some cold water on my face, the soap was expanding an the little

OK kiddiewinks, it’s that time agin, time ta slip into the flyin’ capsule that’s trouble bound………so let’s just all open

AN OLD BOY SITS ON THE PARK BENCH- GREY CORDS, CREASES, BRIGHT GREEN SOCKS AN TAN BROGUES.YELLOW PATTERNED HAWAIIAN SHIRT,

THROUGH THE LOOKIN GLASS, OVER THE RAINBOW, BY THE GARDEN GATE, HEAR THE TRUMPETS, BOB’S YOUR UNCLE, FANNY’S YOUR AUNT.