Sparkly ride.

Sparkly ride

Where’s the dew bat it’s on the seat. Im on both. Do you want to sit on top of the bus. Ill fall off. Most tin to rest ting, the bee, the archealogy, adults have more bones than children. Children have more bones than adults, no its the other way round, yeah, no, yes its the other way round, to the upper deck.

Please move inside the bus please move down inside the bus please move down in the bus

Please move down inside the dust.

Inside the dust inside the dust inside the dust

Yellow trees grow inside this boat. The red lights beam floats round like the sun popping orange green yellow green lights red skipping drips droopping down. This boat is half a float the water is blue the stars twinkle in the water the shoes tap and smile if one soul could talk to another, would they pick up imprints from the stars on the blue corridor. This light is creating two mirrored glows one bright red the other light orange again and more shining high in the sky. Moving heads great dreams the sky is light and airy chickens cottage window becomes clearer. The sky above looks like the ocean, there aint no ships up there iceburg dead ahead, its a number 43. Down below, way bellow, are bikes and a giant T in white. The upper deck is through the circle four nuts screw the disc into the ceiling. Latticed squares are cemented on the road as the flashing blue light cuts across the faces of all the people sitting on the right. Ghosts slip between the tyres. The drops fall down. Have you got more than one apple juice. Bikes or motor bikes. Rainbows around the lanterns. Inside the dust. Another two number four a bike a ghost fall over. This girl is so cute and shes got a photographic memory, shes so rude, shes like thrirty four going on twenty five.

I don’t ever want to see a red car ever again, thats a clothes shop. Can i go there, can i have a sofa twist, i think she said it was a nothing bus. Should have skated here i would have been much faster. Sharp twinkles rainbows hovering token white, theres a massive rah. Lights trapping in the dark. Crash rattle furhwinkle rattle.

What was that!

Proper branches rushing to the left, sounds of tree rattles, click clacks like football grounds, marbles pinging off of metal. Three two one four three two one four three two one four.

All the cars are everything with shining eyes, more than just yellow, rings of make up like colour, masque around the middle. Indicating lights blink creating planets in the sky, up above another yellow, level lanterns sit smiling broad greetings, full power smile. Red. Blink blink. Yellow. Drips slide down like new rivers named into the back of 30 this other ship is from East London.
Plague rats is the game, lets play plague rats, plague rats, i want to play plague rats.
Red. Orange. Wink. Flash bike, mother earth, three in a row, up her hill the roads are painted red, in Arsenal, greens such a Slazenger, a more slicing colour than red, kiwi slice, sharp elect tick cool, zebra at the pelican crossing.

The lights shine on and on pointed paint round the eyes of cars, it’s getting darker man. Sweet blue cloudy, taxi lights don’t shine too bright.