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Agent Nodrog Nat and myself went on a mission to Bogong Mount Beauty in Victoria. While on the plane, we wrote a lovely poem together on a sick bag. Here is the poem we wrote, one line each as fast as we could and swapped it continuously until it matured at the end.

plastic envy a mouse confides
putting lost toys in yellow carts
the aerial perspective of a table leg
truly the clock of coming alive
upholstery of the heart of a parrot
giving love to the cast fidelity
where did my green bowl go to?
resting in the glory of the last carrot
emotional architecture with lashings of gravy
the peas of life roast in lifes oven
in the circus of unjustified crustated sentiment
no more, no more of this sad reality
I like my stoke on trent curtain opera
the fire built, the actor sings with dissonate anger
lifts his corduroy covered polo mallet slightly dipped
to the summit of closed exits
to steal the last breath of empty longing
and iron out the creases in the shirt of embarrassment
fold the fabrics of lust and love
stich the thread of an interrupted gaze at a stoates shadow
and fall far below the sight of craving
so raise your glass and your eyebrow at this highbrow conversation
three cheers, three beers no fears
a particle of dust, a monkeys trust and a box of blue football pitches
dirt to the apes anz and Russell crow
take a ride on the titanic through the magma, engage in the therapy of an unloved terrapin
climb the mountain of sinking insanity
the sponge people live on the sponge planet, can you beat them at chess?
if so, would you prey for rain on the spongy planes?
rain on the plane falls mainly on the game
hard RAW choices and my design for an oil tanker
one billion lady birds thinking at the same time, what colour would the thoughts be?