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The hunger was too intense as Jo passed the fairy cake across the
counter. She knew she had seventeen pence in her pocket, and it was
nothing to 'big up' on a Sunday morning. The swift exit from club
yellow was a 'come down' if ever there was one, only closely beaten by
getting behind the Quicksmart counter for the two hundred and seventy
seventh time!

A man walks in all yellow faced and red haired, Jo thought about the
midget dwarf clown she had met only hours before. "Morning" he
announced. "Is it?" Jo replied. The man's face dropped, hit the floor
making a splashing sound before rolling towards the stack of spaghetti
hoop tins that had the focus of the stage lights&;#8230; "Hello
London" the voice shouted with full stereo feedback "We're gonna do a
song that ya never heard before" the lights flash upwards turning first
green then orange, the glare was intense and a rumble sounded, then
black&;#8230;

White, noise, television, confusion, fear, bass.

Ace was lost, an Apache hovered overhead and he couldn't hear himself
breathing anymore, reaching down he felt where he had once kept his
right leg. He paused, reached for his .45 revolver, scratched his chin
with the barrel and pulled the trigger&;#8230;

Up in smoke he went. The mushroom could be seen as far as Crouch End.
As it cleared the shape of a 325i could be seen. Ssssscccreeeeeeeehh.
It wheel spins off the curb, blonde hair waving out of the broken
window. The reg. said 'Lata' and I said "see ya" but it didn't matter.
As he kisses my lover on the back of the neck. Her skin quivered,
giving off a sent of CK1. I close my eyes, rocks fly past randomly, I
don't duck, but felt like I did.

He can hear her saying "Morning gorgeous" as I open my eyes to the
smell of coughing. We lie watching TV for an hour and thirteen minutes,
then another forty-five seconds before climbing out of the boat. The
water's cold but my lover is convinced its warm. "Put a tune on" He
asks, she say's "make me some toast and I'll think about it".

We don't, she does.

"wikky wikky wha wha, wikky wikky wha wha, wikky wikky wha wha" West
isn't the best! Rest is what I need, and a dam good feed, like me old
Ma used to make on a cold November evening after getting back from
dancing lessons and a tasty fight in the subway on the way to the bus
stop.

I wait, then I hang around, and then I go back to waiting some more.
Hilly and Ollerhead can be seen walking towards me. Their mates, but
can't let them see me in this pair of tights&;#8230; I start
thrusting upwards, at first I can only get a couple of inches off the
ground but suddenly I'm above the bus. Hilly is too fat to look up and
Ollerhead has a neck brace on.

A warm wind on the face skin is enough to know safety when it's
happening. One hundred and fifteen miles an hour seems slow when you're
so high above the ground. The green bottom and blue top goes on for
miles, beauty never became so simple. And thrill never expands so
epic&;#8230; the cliff is near, my heart always sinks when I see it.
flying low to the ground green flashing below my front&;#8230; then
it's gone&;#8230;

My existence is free, I'm miscellaneous various, I'm shaved and naked.
It lasts&;#8230; It lasts longer than I'm worth&;#8230;

Fade

Ding ding

"Morning gorgeous"

carlos fandango 20/9/00