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I'm a time-travelling undercover cop on a gun running sting as my ten-years-ago-self hands out xmas invitations for the council. |
Walking the walls of Aberdeen Castle on the search for a way to retreive bags left in a locked garden with The Tall Man and his friends. The reward will be cadbury's flake chocolate mousse dessert.
Can't seem to find the right way, wandering past harvey keitel and old clthes washing lines. The route back to the top tempts and may be in the right direction but it's not right, keep looking for the right way.
Unintended on a street taxi train from ton to the Brig O Balgownie Seaton, the guide voice track talks but most passengers are just shoppers rather than tourists, it's sad. I wonder if The Old Lady would like the journey back.
Oxford street stop, a generic wh smiths, Grouch is there in long black dress & wet hair. Enough to get off at this stop rather than the end. We look at the street, she's just got a flat there - there are baker's oven women fighting and a street market. The warm furry coats stall is the only one worth noticing before she says she is coming with me to union terrace. I wonder if we'll fuck. |
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Psychobilly Zombie Show on a ferry. |
Sauchiehall Street; post flood deluge, everything covered in mud and slime, thunderstorm darkness verging on an ecliptic night; can hardly walk, every joint aches, limbs feel too heavy to move.
Flipping bin lids so Tuxedo can maybe find a meal, in the meantime cleaning wheelie-bin keyboards to try and restore civilisation. Boxers approach from Charring Cross and chase Tuxedo round in circles, his dodging only just keeping him out of reach.
The fear and panic make it unbearable to breath, the sheer effort needed for any definite movement or action makes helping an impossible dream.
Wake Up. |
Leave the Cathouse and return on a bus to get searched at the door - discover a missing gold ring. Panic lasts longer than finding it two stairs down.
Teviot style hall means spotting Aurora dancing in the fog but the double bar wait means she jumps on my back for unexpected hugs. |
Blackpool amusements and the best rollercoaster in the world.
Speeding round a blue track through red hoops to create pulsing sound waves, track twists to the right for 90 degree g-forces then climbs faster than it dropped and dip to a coaster ski jump as you get plucked from the car by parachute wire and allowed to kick-bounce higher and aim for the landing targets.
I veer far to far across to the right and get tangled in a tree and cartoon fire-engine sculptures finish the ride.
Wanders inside are foiled by being paranoid about thieves. A man in an anorak heckles me backwards onto a fruit machine and rifles my pockets. Security watch as he switches my phone on to charge - I complain that they could have asked first and a photographer takes pictures without permission. |
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Haystacks rolling down a hill with lofty ladders used for spelling.
It's also bad form to put paper in the bin once told about recycling but otherwise meh. |
Plane overshoots the runway as we argue over why they circle so often to slingshot onto the correct trajectory. (It's a money making ruse to burn more fuel, not a navigational necessity, ok.)
James Mills plays his brother during World War II in K. Park.
Floating down the river on waxed canvas rafts chasing and being chased. One of "our own" is hsot in the shoulder to keep the secret and decides to keep the bullet.
I buy a gun with nothing but an OAP id card. |
Time Travel Games in a Medievil Castle:
Wind is stranded, when I get stuck behind them they turn ugly.
EBM Industrial Goth Festival takes over the city where Bronze waits while I wander out of place with a non-goth stick.
Wind phones & we arrange to meet in Woodlands.
I climb the hill stairs, nervous of falling and too scared to let go of the hand rail as I'm trapped behind a big fat woman from cartoons.
I want to boast that Wind phoned but I'm confused and they wonder why not meet at The Cages like we arranged. |
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The world championship final - Celo & Guitar versus Trombone & Violin. The Celo wins with a nod & a wink as the next train leaves for illicit tips for the chocolate world cup. |
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Dogs Wear Satchels to snowfight with the queen. |
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Italian fire hoax fighting. |
Top of La Tour Eiffel, the lifts are all broke and there's an escaped prisoner trapped here.
I look out across the city, past the Empire State building and towards the roller coasters by the sea, the yellow tracks shining in the sun taller than everything else.
Falling back the safety net catches me and begins to stretch, someone falls past me and reaches out an arm, we tumble together struggling to sort the one parachute to carry us both.
My arms are through the straps and everything heads into slow motion as the chute releases and I watch every fold go past and open out.
Landing on the soft grass, I ignore the rush of press & emergency doctors as I lie back laughing in tears seeing how beautiful the blue sky, white clouds and green, green trees are. |
I'm trying to sleep on a train to London and curled up on the seat with my hands above my head for some reason.
Hiding from Autumn who is in the back-to-back seat from me. But she knows I'm there and takes my hands to hold while we sleep. It's the sweetest best thing anyone's done in the world ever and when we wake I am hyper-happy about life.
It's a beautiful summer's day and we talk about parks and the best times there, London has more betterer parks than Glasgow, Hyde Park is a favourite and also the park next to London's Edinburgh Castle.
She is going her way and I am going mine but she helps me load my suitcase into a toy convertible plane and catapult it off to who knows where. Each house here has three planes in the drive and lives on it's own table.
She held my hand. I'm so happy. |
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Walking home down Sauchiehall Street splashing in puddles with Summer :) |
A huge class or lecture room, hundreds of standard rows & columns - all the same dull generic people and desks. I'm last to arrive and give cheeky talkback to everyone who comments or questions why.
Someone shows off two or a few rows back from my seat by fire-breathing and they set the hat &/or hair of person in next desk on fire.
I slowly & calmy get up and walk back to extinguish the flames, not giving heed to what's burning. Patting the fire out with my hands I then square up to the showoff guy and tell him that's exactly why he's a dick.
It's Autumn that is still smouldering, firefly sparks running through the fibre threads in the hat, but she tells me "I don't want one of your helps."
I bark, "That wasn't one of my helps, that was one of my don't play with fire indoor rants, I didn't know it was you."
I did know. That's the fear :( |
A ford crosses a river in the middle of a nightclub shop, punters mill about aimlessly but the price list tape is blocking folk from getting to my side so I move it to let them past.
The second last to cross is Zombie, a good save. The last is Autumn,
she takes my hand and tells me she needs to talk to me.
Her hand is so cold I think of rubbing it to try warm her up.
But I don't. |
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Knight Errant on a Babboon-Ass. |
A private lagoon swimming pool with boardwalks all round, luxury cars are lined up on a pier - 4x4 Bentley, a chaffeur style bentley, vintage silver ghost roller. Delboy Trotter puffing on a fat cigar and wrapped in furs watches over us all but an alligator or crocodile invasion means I ditch the lagoon and head for the muddy brown fast flowing canyon river.
I have a wrapping around my left forearm, kinda a half inflated kids waterwing and kinda not quite a bandage - maybe just to hide the old scars.
I climb a naked tree on the rock overhang to escape but a croc performs an astounding vertical leap of twenty feet or more from a cavern mouth, it's jaws clamp tight around my right arm as I reach for the next branch upwards. I wonder about smashing it's head or body off the tree trunk but it's more than twice my size, all my strength is for holding on to the tree and I begin to know that nothing will ever make it let go. So I choose not to fight and just to let myself fall with croc still attached dragging me down. As we hit bottom and are swept on away the current more crocs flood into the water, many just tiny wee baby things but dozens of them, far too many, overall.
I sit bolt upright, awake, in bed - it was just a bad dream.
As I come to myself a bit more I see you (each & every one of you) sitting alone at the foot of the bed as the baby crocs dash under the duvet and start piranha-style eating away at me. My legs are almost all gone, ripped to shreds, swallowed & gone by the time I realise that the soundtrack lyrics have been distorted into "They won't forget you, baby"
- you too will die tonight.
Sorry!Nuværende musik: Poison - I Won't Forget You Baby |
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