Transition 2

I do not need a blank canvas, that purchase gives me none. But I do need your attention and some words that you’ve begun.

Transition - Ruperts intro

From the viewpoint of spirit, your path’s a web and not a line. The threads that join together breach infinity and time.

Lifes a bowl of pizza's

I saw him still. I mean, rude of me, but I stared at him. With dishevelled look And greasy black hair. On the stairs Of the new pizzeria. Shaking like a leaf in this autumn evening.

Earth-ship

Captain Russell P. Slogg, a short but stocky Texan, stepped purposefully onto the bridge of the Earth-ship Centipede and made his way to the command-chair.

Cloud Life

Cloud Life Heaps of overflowing suds over cerulean and lapis or is it lambswool nesting marble and then a pefect plane of belly and hip slightly turned half out of asses milk

Turquoise

Turquoise Water flares in jewelled wavelets round my kick sliding silk over my knees a pretty chaos of magical paint Aquamarines making little curves and flips transparent cellophane

The Dubs

We waited for the groom to fill his skirt but he never appeared. Lost in the Irish air, somewhere. Cannot remember much, just a bunch of Blighty and the occasional dalek traffic light.

Waiting Room.

She arrives early as usual. The choice of seating leaves a lot to be desired, but she sits one row back at the end of the line of plastic chairs.

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