We walked thru the foret and across the greenest banks of concrete, I think there was a crap sculpture burning and some flames on that day of remixed blankkness – although they couldn’t be sure.
I ran across the field.
My throat was discoloured (dislocated).
Alls I could remember was Blockbusters and the sun reflecting upon the player of records. The planted tree. The OHP in the hedgerow and something about a dusty medical room.
It drove back and forth into a place that was speed multitude.
The biggest brother seemed jaded in the far sided room. I couldn’t be sure if I became forensicced
Do it y’self bedder at the home improvement center
Paint splattered cerebrale radio interference
We’d root around the tip and play hide and seek in the sofas along Ayre Boulevard + memories of a wooden box at the top of Snaefell + then walking along School Road and onto the Longy (long grass) presently the hallowed Onchan L’etate de Dandara.
Europarc Project – Offsite
Wandering around Douglas, Isle of Manshaw contemplating offshore banks and wealth development agencies opening their floodgates and bathing me in exalted trickle down affluence…
X faded out along Genesis Way 0n Europarc Island.
Ad interim.
Athol street bathed in the ironic sunlight.
They wandered around an ideal homes exhibition
I wandered along the great Genesis highway, along the edge zone and down into Vaconsoft Parkway.
I floated along Athol Street -past the old sale room that I remembered from the early 1980’s.
Happy Harry.
Pillow cases stacked sky high.
I remember looking up at an old ceiling in a reverse dream painted in cream.
An arch. Half circle.
I thought that heaven probably looked like that.
Back.
Then.
europarc project 