"Chooze now!.." she said in a tone that left no doubt she meant business
"Would you prefer to be scared to death or bored to death?"
A wave of panic swamped my brain as I realised
being bored to death was the scariest thing I had ever contemplated
and being scared was about the most boring thing I could imagine
"infurra penny infurra pound" sez I,
as I tickle the clutch and hug the camber……….
the GS responds with her usual throaty grunt and wiggles her tailfeathers as I rattle the cats eyes-.
The soft-bodied moths bounce off my cheeks as I hit the kill-switch and all becomes bible-black
The bike leaves the descriptive part of the hump-backed bridge and I wait for touch-down…..
I wait……….
I continue to wait………….
All is still….. somewhere far off a badger is trying to dislodge a pistachio shell from one of his nostrils by employing a series of short sneezes that sound like someone scratching vinyl…
still I wait……………….
And wait………….
The badger has resorted to cross-fading and a slight reverb but to no avail.
Time passes ……..
"Chooze now!.."
"a shooting star or a star gazer?"
the pistachio is evacuated with a satisfying "plop"
and the ground rushes up to meet the rubber………….
……………….and misses by fourteen and a half feet.
I wait…………..
And wait…………
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 6:30 PM UTC
"Chooze now!.." she said in a tone that left no doubt she meant business
"Would you prefer to be scared to death or bored to death?"
A wave of panic swamped my brain as I realised
being bored to death was the scariest thing I had ever contemplated
and being scared was about the most boring thing I could imagine
"infurra penny infurra pound" sez I,
as I tickle the clutch and hug the camber……….
the GS responds with her usual throaty grunt and wiggles her tailfeathers as I rattle the cats eyes-.
The soft-bodied moths bounce off my cheeks as I hit the kill-switch and all becomes bible-black
The bike leaves the descriptive part of the hump-backed bridge and I wait for touch-down…..
I wait……….
I continue to wait………….
All is still….. somewhere far off a badger is trying to dislodge a pistachio shell from one of his nostrils by employing a series of short sneezes that sound like someone scratching vinyl…
still I wait……………….
And wait………….
The badger has resorted to cross-fading and a slight reverb but to no avail.
Time passes ……..
"Chooze now!.."
"a shooting star or a star gazer?"
the pistachio is evacuated with a satisfying "plop"
and the ground rushes up to meet the rubber………….
……………….and misses by fourteen and a half feet.
I wait…………..
And wait…………
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