Ledmehsee heyawl, hmmm, wheya does whone begin such a tale of howngrownn happen-stance? Hawll mmpissyonit, logic and motion seem to pervade ainy uvva luminescent flickering spark to this, as it were, Jonestonian genesis. Thuhusty as a swamp donkey I wuz, and already, knee deep in utha people's interest it seemed. I paid the dried tongued mouth wheezahs no mind anna did not so much much as return one of those droopy eyed defeated death masks a single wink. My eyes were stupendously stoned and highly honed, highly stoned and hawkeyeingly honed in on the brown n beige harlequin patterned whatrin hole aname Da Crossing. Tis aptly named as it is merely a midget taws frohma runnin rail line and perhaps a hobos hoppatew frohma dyanne depot. .......TBC.......
Heyaawlhombombakneeyow
