HAILS ME FROM THE SVNSET
ONE CRYSTALLINE RVBY
GRACE after GRACE bro [x2]
GRACE after GRACE after
Dear SHADOW CAPTAIN,
as you can Witness
None of Suits
In Honourable BRITISH Council
Wanna turn around.
You see. You see.
And we also know why.
Without TELEPATHY
Son of almost Second Man
in Britain,
One DANDY is in Exile
4 his Abolutionist Sentiment
To cease IRISH Slavery.
During one Dinner
with
"Opus of Ms Weathers"
Next Scene:
East Indies Company.
1868.
Calcutta hyphen LONDON
LONDON - Calcutta
End of the Signal.
What happened to thy
Astra-Astra-Astral
Sear-Sear-Sear-Search?
What happened to thy
Astral Search?
What happened to thy
Astral Search?
Sire McLeRoy
Sire McLeRoy?!
McLeRoy is Sire.
Yet McLeRoy is Sir.
Officers with
Fingers glued to
UNIFORM nod
their Chins:
"INSIGHTS...
INSIGHTS...
INSIGHTS!
Insights...~'
Well, if Insights
Into own.
Insights into Own.
Agreed.
Yet at the same time.
If Insights into own, oh Sire
Then let's play some
JACK of CLOVER"
[*word in word!
Just how Precise!
One curly DANDY
shall never forget
One COMRADE in Gloves]
- And to another Side
- And to tis' SIDE
- And to another Side [ x16 ]
Enters one John:
Enters one John:
Enterth one John
[*long deep pause]
[*Bloom out of Palm ]
[*follow'd by Bloom off as well
quite next to his Chest,
Yet without Touching Buttons
*Polish'd to one SHINY
DESERT]
...
...
....
...
Gentlemen,
[*pause]
"Hails me from the Sunset."
[*snap. Glitch
DEJA VU. REWIND]
3...
2...
1...
Enters one John:
"Gentlemen...
[*pause]
Hails me from the Sunset.
followed by Frantic
Whispers of Absence
Of Generals.
3...
2...
1...
Cottage of Ms Weathers
Peacock through Cards.
Enters one John:
"Gentlemen,
[*long deep pause]
[*pause]
[*still pause]
Eh...?
Hails me from the Sunset.
YOU ARE READING
Tell me more about Your Pain
PuisiHe forgot to wear his Favourite Hat on his Path to Subway Station As always Clenching the Teeth Without Curiosity to Taste anything Peculiar in Particular
