h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Carousels sailed in clouds of crimson fire high in assailing evening sky, night then
bloomed outside of conscious thought: brought on from asking simple question why.
Mostly spasmodic, days they rose and fell as waves do, run onto shore then beached
Each came with a sunrise, later again when moon rose as end of day, was breached

Funny peculiar feelings began, to creep into my soul as I just slept or was I dead
underneath my bodice, to be touched was sure I never did accept this daily dread.
Comforting came those tingles: cream like they spread. In pools sweet liquid honey
kindling such memories times before first teenage death recalls for Charon’s money

Mixed within my days dreams of all I wantonly aspired: arose each and every moment now filled with one single desire: those: That came from a memory spun like vertigo.

Petite mort of sort, an interlude to my life like malaise of all at once woken dream,
which one has just survived left me breathing breathless, like life that soared before
Echoes of my passion, passed reflection from ceiling, bounced back fallen into view
All sprung within sick sensation like cat on hot tin roof, heart-beat in ones then two
Sensations of awareness, war as worn from won, no longer: I alone, in this life concurred. Exactions of sorts began cross over inside place sent by now this stilled sleeping form

I'm back for a bit, just refitting a new computer and it is not easy even having had a bit of foresight in saving the most obvious material on disc.

Saw the title, noted the style and obviously clocked the author,cheers Bob another log classic, liked it very much.

I have been busy in other directions, having spent many years putting villains inside, I now find myself trying to get an innnocent man out, with my influential contact on side again and a good argument against conviction I am quite confident of early success before Christmas.

Cheers H.

Hi Bob,

Just a bit of a follow up to keep you in touch of events, Yep I did it, the prisoner on leave and unamed at present actually came to see me over Christmas and brought a large box of Thornton's best,I had never seen him before so it appears my faith in his innocence was appreciated.

The magic of influential friends in high places did the trick again eh!

Cheers H.