It's a very exciting piece, in my imagination old ladies, abuelitas dance is celebration
their prayers have worked Big Sid the Butcher in Inglaterra is alive after being shot 3 times
defending a mother, a child and an unborn baby and his friend Mrs Murphy not forgetting everybody
else in the Post Office.
So that's the film version of my story dancing around my brain, with JM Jarre's music
I don't really need a tv , I have imagination
I still have to write Tears for a Butcher, I've put fragments online
I'll probably never actually write all of it.#
Not unless a Korean Kpop girl comes and speed types for me as I
sit on a sofa and dictate.
12 chapters, 2 sessions of 2 hours and I could dictate it.
48 hours to write a 600 page book
I would spread it out over 12 weeks
Then I'd marry the Korean girl and have 5 sons, and form a Kpop band and martial arts club
In reality John Henry Newman's ghost is more likely to pay a visit, the Oratory is just up the road
It's too hot to sit and write a new story, or a fragment, so I'm just boring you all with my thoughts
Yes, that's what I do all the time, you are all so cruel
I'm going to change the music now just to confuse you.
Peter Gabriel's Come Talk to Me
I still have my angle painting besides me so that's appropriate
I have the painting 20 years now, it's faded as it's a water colour
My oil paintings have not lost their colour, they are even older
I bought them pre children, but nowadays I could never afford them
A thief would get a tenner for them to sell for drugs, such is today's world
In the local shop, a former WWW fighter was strolling around in his track suit
with his muscles hanging out, tats on display
It's just so hot today everybody is letting everything all hang out
and no I don't mean my fat belly, it's my Winnie the Pooh look
I bought chocolate for my girls, its compulsory
I may streak around the neighborhood later
It's good to let fresh air around all your covered up bits
It prevents smells and cobwebs from forming
It gives the neighbours a treat too, I can see all the net curtains flutter as I race by
Don't you do it where you live?
Such boring areas where you live.
I do live in Nudist Close Birmingham, next door to the fishing tackle shop
Which can be quite dangerous as Dave his pole out and castes about
He did catch me once, I thought I was dead bait
Luckily Lindy Loo from the take away gave me the kiss of life, and took me away
She laid me on her counter top while she finished preparing the boiled rice
The aroma restored me to life and I waved goodbye
A startled customer arrived and Lindy Loo explained
Just Eat Delivery Boy for Nudist Close
that's enough surreal stuff for today
Do tell all your friends about the 2000 stories here and Google Translations over
at https://michaelgcaseyfrombirminghamengland.wordpress.com/
and remind Netflix and Amazon I'm being read in 60 Countries
and up to 7 translations are being read simultaneously of The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker
even 21,000 Polish readers in 3 weeks
And Shoplife my play was accepted for the stage 30 years ago
https://www.amazon.co.uk/l/B00571G0YC
Enough, I'll put some clothes on now, I have go outside and buy and ice cream
Mario, the ice cream seller wouldn't know where to put the flake if I were naked
And this is why I call my writing Cartoons made from Words
Thanks all
Happy 4th of July
The quality of a Nation is judged by its's Charity, everything flows from that
me in 1991 Lourdes
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