La La Land 6th Jan 2009

La La Land

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A Sulphur crested cockatoo lay enmeshed in the grass ahead of him, moving closer the white plastic bag, ragged and worn, began to move with the wind…

It had been a long day and many things were not as they seemed – as though someone had dropped him into a large blending bowl and spit him out in shreds…

The child, about two years old rocked backwards and forward in her pram, trying to make her parents get going with their walk, she loved it when she went spinning out into the traffic when the cars parked over the footpath… the little old lady in her electric chair. Do not call it that it’s a powered chair, a mobility aid, anything but gallows…

Her husband struggling to keep up with her, wondering what I’ll do if she falls out or the power runs out…

Extra; extra. Read all about it “Black out saves murderer!

 

“There is much on my mind,” he thinks “and not enough time to clean it, the lounge room carpet gets so gritty when the boys come home from play, they seem to bring back   an entire gravel pit inside their Jean’s pockets… Now, what was Jimmy saying, only yesterday?”

“Yes, dad, there is this great deep crater and oil drums floating on the water in the quarry; rainbow trails across the magic lake, it looks so pretty!”

“John fell in!”

“Yes, dad, John fell in, he said I could have his Batman mask if he died but I gave the oil drum too much of a shove and John fell in!” So ! That was the siren we heard going along the 5-mile walking track leading to the old quarry…

“John’s a little shook up, dad but he’s alright but his mom said that we are never ever to go there again or she’ll kill us both and give the Masque to charity”

 

She was Rindacella and I the Pransom  Hince, we had our masques on, diamantes, feathers ;she had this great, huge foot and I a pair of wellies.. We ‘d been to the ball she’d danced with a mop and I’d cut in – the camp concert, the last evening of the stay. My, I thought she loved me but she grew up to be a man.

 

  1. Alison and I got up in the middle of the night; we went down to the girls shower block to read the Song of Songs expecting to read some rude bits

 

  1. The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
  2. My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.

(Songs 2: 1-2)

 

This bit seems to be about fish eggs, and someone can’t spell heart,

“just, who would date Caviar peeking through a lattice in the wall, ?”

“Someone who can’t spell heart… Or doesn’t want to share the   Whore- derves?”

Oh well, it seemed  a little risqué before hand but proved to be a cold wet event and the lady’s wash room not so different from the men’s except they don’t have a trough.

John died of pneumonia his mom killed Jimmy and that is all there is to that no more gritty carpets to vacuum.

 

Andrew Blair


Image:   Billabong Sanctuary. 2018. Billabong Sanctuary – Australian Native Wildlife Park Townsville. [ONLINE] Available at: https://www.billabongsanctuary.com.au/sulphur-crested-cockatoo/. [Accessed 07 January 2018].