29. the colony takes shape
waking up and remembering going to sleep holding miss adventures hand, recalcitron felt a shiver run down his spine.
having woken up in some strange places in episodes past, he turned his head through bleary eyes, saw some red curls and then jumped almost out of his skin. surely his love could not have become a mumma over night...
going too sleep he had an itch to scratch and being already freaked freaked more thinking of the time that must have passed to make his love go black and his crabs grow this big.
pointing the finger it became apparent that before dehydration, miss adventure had time to shop, maybe back if not forward in time.
seeing her shoes was too much to bear and a roar of pain sprang forth from his lips.
freak a freak a freak he looks in the mirror of a raindeer's eyes and feels the taste of fresh seal meat on his lips.
a squeak of shoes and surprise! it's ms adventure and she's alive! the bear has been caught wearing a peacock feather.
see look bear i found your nuts in a jar, so i've been off making some inquries on our behalf.
come and look bear, she says, i have been to the adoption agency and found us a little brown bunny bear to take home. he's in quarantine for now she says.
a colonel of information stuck to a post it's not chickens we seek but food and more.
at an intersection, recalcitron and miss adventure ask some japanese tourists for directions.
first thing they find out is to stay away from that hotel over there as it is the world's most bombed address.
next thing they learn is that the WBWB transition from mummy to bear and back must be completed with whiskies brandies wines and beers.
do they step back in time inside this place of fluids?
the black fluid flows freely but not free and the japanese tourists look like they might be about to explode with joy at the conversational depth this place imbibes.
a quick diner and then trying to find the relief proves harder than it seems for want of an antique sign.
outside in the cool stary night, the city lights glow around the seat of colonial government and underneath the film of stone butts evoke the underground below the surface.
no matter the undercurrents, at christmas it's christmas and the three horsemen lined up on the gutter could not be happier.
it seems the most authentic things around all night have paper signs on the doors and this one is no exception. inside the guiness is absolutely fantastic. mellow and smooth it floats off the tongue and disappears in a musical cloud of joy.
to get home it's swapping black beer for a blackcab.
in the underground station, they line up like buses and for one pound a pop it's all over town if you want to go to the right bits.
our japanese tourist found his pal saint.fra in the pub and it seems he has showed him something shocking in the news that has made his head go bung.
only one thing to do and that's go back to theirs' for sleep and see if tomorrow the day starts a bit more calmly.
and yes. the noggura family are most hospitable and the next day the view brings depth to the moment.
having woken up in some strange places in episodes past, he turned his head through bleary eyes, saw some red curls and then jumped almost out of his skin. surely his love could not have become a mumma over night...
going too sleep he had an itch to scratch and being already freaked freaked more thinking of the time that must have passed to make his love go black and his crabs grow this big.
pointing the finger it became apparent that before dehydration, miss adventure had time to shop, maybe back if not forward in time.
seeing her shoes was too much to bear and a roar of pain sprang forth from his lips.
freak a freak a freak he looks in the mirror of a raindeer's eyes and feels the taste of fresh seal meat on his lips.
a squeak of shoes and surprise! it's ms adventure and she's alive! the bear has been caught wearing a peacock feather.
see look bear i found your nuts in a jar, so i've been off making some inquries on our behalf.
come and look bear, she says, i have been to the adoption agency and found us a little brown bunny bear to take home. he's in quarantine for now she says.
a colonel of information stuck to a post it's not chickens we seek but food and more.
at an intersection, recalcitron and miss adventure ask some japanese tourists for directions.
first thing they find out is to stay away from that hotel over there as it is the world's most bombed address.
next thing they learn is that the WBWB transition from mummy to bear and back must be completed with whiskies brandies wines and beers.
do they step back in time inside this place of fluids?
the black fluid flows freely but not free and the japanese tourists look like they might be about to explode with joy at the conversational depth this place imbibes.
a quick diner and then trying to find the relief proves harder than it seems for want of an antique sign.
outside in the cool stary night, the city lights glow around the seat of colonial government and underneath the film of stone butts evoke the underground below the surface.
no matter the undercurrents, at christmas it's christmas and the three horsemen lined up on the gutter could not be happier.
it seems the most authentic things around all night have paper signs on the doors and this one is no exception. inside the guiness is absolutely fantastic. mellow and smooth it floats off the tongue and disappears in a musical cloud of joy.
to get home it's swapping black beer for a blackcab.
in the underground station, they line up like buses and for one pound a pop it's all over town if you want to go to the right bits.
our japanese tourist found his pal saint.fra in the pub and it seems he has showed him something shocking in the news that has made his head go bung.
only one thing to do and that's go back to theirs' for sleep and see if tomorrow the day starts a bit more calmly.
and yes. the noggura family are most hospitable and the next day the view brings depth to the moment.
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