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This station stop… Is starting to look… Like some sort of hub… Just prior to the rock shot… We had climbed up… And behind a waterfall… These are things… Which in later life… Recur… And assume significance… If the brain… Is structured… Like a circuit board… Then inevitably… The life will play out like one too… What the trans-humanists… Fail to recognise… However… Is the force of a simile… It cannot be left out of this equation… Like is not is… Literature… Is not literal… How could it be?… Our planetary being… Is organic… We should be celebrating this… Not trying to deny it… Huh?
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At the top of the climb… Somewhat incongruously… Is a wooden cabin… Selling refreshments… And what we used to call… Nick-Nacks… Quite expensive nick-knacks… It has to be owned… For kids… At any rate… Soft drink pendants… Is perhaps the best way to describe them… One way or another… We all came away from the booth… With our favourite… Fizzy soft drink… Why are they called soft?… Because they turn your brain… As well as your teeth… To mush… The owners of the booth… Probably thought we were special needs kids… c’est la vie… It takes all sorts as they used to say before woke.
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At this station stop too… Is what can only be described… As the amusement arcade gig… At this stage… The key-men… Remember… Bob… And Mark… And Chaz… Who all later worked as one of them… At this out they were still the enemy… Stopped you making up your pocket money… Would throw you out as soon as look at you… If they thought you weren’t a grockle… From whom they made money… Rather than lost money… Like they did to us… It all comes down to money… Always did… If you want to achieve meaning in your life… Do things for love… Not money… Be an amateur!
France & Vincent 