Mum had another of her toy parties whilst I got drunk outta my skull.Don't know what happened, or went on but I don't think it was very pleasant. It never is when the thirst for beer is greater than the energy around. Off I wander into a nightmare land of dizzy clouds, where the falls are sharp as razors. And the vultures are not just the skinny feathered kind, looking out for your bloated corpse but the leathery reptile kind, out to strike a pound coin or good deed from your gentle person.
This is a rough ride into the wilderness, and there's not a whole lot of cheer and good health in the berries along the way.
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