I woke up and saw him. Smiling down at me

There I was. There he was. THere we were. Only, he was looking down at me from a great distance and he had wings and then we were in France and then we were in my old school and I had no clothes on and was doing a shit on the classroom floor and my teacher was looking at me in disgust, but I couldn't see properly because it was like I wore glasses, but didn't have them on and everything was blurry, but then I saw that all around me these butter beans were singing Mae Hen Wlad Fyn Hadei and my dad was there picking up my mum from a roller basket and she had skates on and they were doing a dance to the Balero and then I had pockets in my skin and inside were my dad's car keys and he said
'Give me those son' and I said
'Sure' and he said
'thanks' and I said
'no problem, old man' and then he hit me round the back of the legs with a belt and I woke up.
Wow! What a morning.
I'm sitting reading a book now. It's really cool. I'm not sure what it's about, but I'm smoking a cigarette in this cool cigarette holder and looking about me as if I were a real intellectual. I've even worn a tank-top and corduroy trousers. It's so cool here. I'm loving it.
Mmmm, page 2

"It was in this state that my friend Jonathan came in. He held a prism between his fingers as if it were a delicate newborn caterpillar" Yawn yawn yawn.

Maybe I'll go and look for some new shoes.

See ya

M xxxxxx

I fall in love with Heeeeem

Oh, Will. Willard Pavilion Young. I fallen in love with him. With his big lovely eyes and his strange extruberant lips. Takes me back to my days as an aviator when I used to fly little toy planes over Dublin and then on to Leipzig. I would touch down in the square and trade secrets with the Germans. Often, these secrets would be crossed and crossed again over borders and past the lips of spies and double agents, then back again to the originators. I remember once being told the same thing about Goebels fingers by three different agents, as if it were the most original thing in the world they could be saying. Those were the days. When men were men and sometimes women were men too. My mother was a man, my father was a man, I am a man. Takes time nowadays just to remember the good in people. Not like when I was a submarine pilot and a skilled cake-technician. Piping for my very survival.
What a pity we can't live our lives over and decide not to do some of the things we did the first time, like smoking, or eating liver.

M xxx

p.s. check out Honey Tom's site there at the side link. He's got a fabulous six-pack.