This morning, I saw a white pigeon embalming an ovulating camel with a blunt spoon. (The spoon was the white pigeon’s, not the camel’s). The Not-Horses, believing white pigeons to be both sacred and portentous (and caring not a jot about the camel, ovulating or otherwise), have ceded Billy Gibbons’ beard-forest to the Sponge Cows and retreated to an island mountain in the Custard Sea (now and forever more to be known as the Custard Sea), sustained only by their self-belief, v-shaped liver sandwiches and conkers. The Wobbly Man, indignant, crocheted his own face, and rose up to heaven, singing When A Child Is Born by Johnny Mathis in the key of green sharp minor.
Posted on: Mon, 03 Feb 2014 09:32:33 +0000
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