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Friday 4 July, 2008 in James Davies Why are we going to the farmer’s market? Sometimes to expectorate is sunshine in darkness like a flat ray in an artificially lit alleyrat Cambonzola equals remotes “and this fish is big or pink” Slasher movie a fond place a pond; an arty one; a proper ice cream palour; A chat: a phatic cat with a frog in his throat – “j’ai une chat dans la gorge” spoilt from conversation of lifted hem (or gifted?) of undercooked flesh flinching for the bunching reaching for the tartar sauce “I seen an organic land like some sort of overworld destination like a peach in a scrap-yard or a chicken tatsed clumsily with a brick in a yard “foot like a windscreenwiper, squashinnit Which way to whiskey? hovers a man in dinosaur costume Slowly cooking meat meat stew Who’s seen a catatonic bat, A transluscent bee, a giraffe you can count on Does anyone remember typewriters? a very vulgar bucket, Caged cheeses liquids in slow rotting punch pockets What do you mean ‘a nice tree’? two fogs tap-dancing in pin-striped suits