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I stumble through the washing line (a red stripey one)
with candle wax alighting on my shoes through haze of pregnant pauses
I eat the golden cassette that toys with the fairy dust that fell on my
T-rex albums (hee hee hee...the bells go (without explanation) through my head)
"Ahh...Joshua" i cried loudly whilst reading the News of the World.
The damp dew has brought on my lumbago and wrestled me to the ground like a hobbit wearing no underpants. (Toast, toast the smell of burning toast!).
Roland was masturbating furiously as I put on the kettle
The dirty couldron bubbled with anticpation as the seagull landed on the lawn (quicksteps are better than Gerald's hayfever)
I'm confounded by the smell of engine oil (and molasses)
Humble pie was baked in a tandoori oven and set aside for pudding (no starters).
I could hear the ringworm gnawing at my sphincter in terrapin alley.
"be gone...fiends" I yelled through a moment of Mango and Prawn type Cardomon.
And the simplicity left me breathless.....(peace now)