dancing...
dancing...

or kicking the shite out of...

posters who strayed too far from the doors of...
perception....

into the fevered realm of meltdown and flounce with moments of...
lucidity peppering..

their sad feces with the spice of...
life...

until they fell exhausted upon...
the bed which...

creaked under the sheer weight of their combined...
i-pads..

and bullshit mixed with a semblance of...
smart phone..

which rang continuously until...
""'ello 'ello!" she said.

Then, in a burst of energy...
the trolly ran off...

the tracks in front of the Nana Hotel which...
appeared to the shepherd in a dream...

whilst he was tending his flock of...
bewildered Japanese businessmen searching longingly for.....
lost socks...
lost whilst traversing the wolds of Yorkshire, looking for Bettyboo's goats and.....
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