Walking on silent alarms and the lock out begins early, red lights to flicker green deny entry when standing beat angry in the cast cool morning. Tailgate on the legacy and the ritual begins again for the early into the late stages. Face the blank walls and the little roll into the whitewash of leaving wheel stains on the carpet. Rail shock leaves the ghost with a slightly shaking core, tumbling throughout the day.
Chitter-chatter a little later and the end of becomes a section point, marking another door to turn around in. Baking on the pastries with the level floor and the gathering marks a disappearance of one and the introduction of another. Faces moving about with the unusual irregularity of finding sticky plastic men sitting atop door handles.
The Malaya accommodates a request of the signal sign off days more than ten in advance and set up. Leaving only in mind for the time being, ritualistic hunt for the bottom of the bowl begins in earnest with Rik Mayall on hand to deliver quality service. Half break on the point and jasmine stands up with a curry of flavours hiding behind, making the degustation a hard trial for the many hands and mouths forgetful of the menu.
Wind down breaks the frowns as the weight of the long service sinks up to rise to level fifteen and twenty. Time it seems, never stands still or moves about when there is no fluctuation that looks as healthy as walking around in jagged circles.
Milk on the lift service waiting for an exit seems all too clear in their intent. Departure of the mind comes in many waves and across the days, many banks to crash against.
Soon Van - Friday, May 25, 2007 - 23:38
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