so i will try my hand at prose again..(will it take long the chip shop is closing-what is your name?-they call me monkey-a superior sort?!to some..well don´t let me stop you..it´s ok i´m a fat **** any how..)
       ...he stood behind and looked at the empty space..so after a while turned with a whirl and stomped away in an arrogant tizzy. i went on my way and returned the next day. The voices were there again but not so loud and after a while they grew quieter until they ceased altogether .but i did not give up and continued to visit the quarry. then one day i went and by the entrance stood two very large policemen. i tried to pass as if on a mission of some urgency but one blocked the way.said something like- no, son..but before, i distinctly lip-read-here-he-is..and they looked crest-fallen. what did this mean?
any way, i tried to charge them..without success..what were they doing there? feeling myself outgunned i made a hasty retreat but not before shooting them a look over my shoulder that should have turned them both to stone. right there and then..this was nearly the end of the adventure but i went once or twice again. but they had boarded up the entrance.as i recall there was a narrow passing that led to the opening. this they had blocked with hardboard and barbed wire.so not to be defeated completely i looked at this construction and began my interest in the abstract..