Hold Up Your Lighter.

 we had come upon a sore wreck in the wood and were greeted by it a gorgon's head ringletted with the chattering tails of dried scorpions old mummies tied to a carousel of rusty bikes and I have never seen a camel in the forest before but the splayed foot does well in the bog of strawish khaki needles knowledge thinks and the whole wide circus of its flop getting smoother everyday bulldoze those folks right out of the way ideas are our very best citizens anyway but here we are lost in Aurborea with two fine camels tins of mustard greens and mummies for the weirdo collectors.