I dragged myself out of the peat bog but realised that the art clock hadn’t managed to escape from the submarine resting on the bottom of the wine coloured ocean. I pulled the rope but only bells rang. The frog behind the counter smiled as I placed more swine before pearls. I walked the dry land while the arrows flew across an ancient night star called……
It was the last day at work for Megan the young bullock who dreamed of being a head waiter in a five star restaurant. We embraced at the lights went out and a canal boat full of refugees from the future pushed its way through the concrete floor we had prepared for a returning Second World War bomber – it had four and a half engines.
I had to dodge the showers when the winged dog and I returned from our sojourn in the sunken lands. I finished the breakfast cereal (a survivor from the gunfight at the OK corral) and went to watch the stream of Danaes falling from chlorophyll coloured sky boats. I turned the page and started a new chapter among the ten green bottles – soon there was only one.
This is my last week of forming part of the floral pattern of a plush international carpet. Seagulls called within the hanging bells as I trudged to the shops across the solidified lake made from facile facial expressions. I briefly held up the Earth while Atlas visited his mother. I then dug a hole in the past and buried myself in it.
I felt very sorry for myself as I had to climb out of the hayrick with grass stalks instead of eyebrows. I noticed a periscope revolving in the sitting room but didn’t think any more of it. Having licked a skyscraper window amount of stamps I discovered that the smile at the bottom of the page was false.
Today was a comma sort of day and I didn’t see a full stop anywhere. The sonic screwdriver was in my hand during the sandwich filling time and I glove puppeted the walk home. The afternoon was puff puff and “Pam of the evening” showed me to how dial up the Knight Templars to describe the visions I had of the lady in the pink petticoat sky.
I was out in the morning disguised as a walking canoe. I waltzed through the rapids and tangoed down the waterfall. I then came home inside the world’s biggest chicken. I had to pace the deck for a couple of hours before unrolling on a honeymoon carpet. The evening was shorter than anticipated and a stick of seaside rock came through the door as a surprise.