Adventure Babies

a prosaic journey through time and space is about to take place, in your mind and in the soul, it will evoke searing images on your fragile mind, but alas will they be false, can i describe to a degree exatly what i saw, or will i be deluded my self, have i forgotten, for only i saw it the way i did, you will see and definately imagine something different, for no two men are the same, and at the bottom we know this, but to appreciate a tasty beer after a commercialised flight, to taste the liberty of dirt and and air, this is common ground! my non existent phantomatic cell combinations!!! this is amsterdam!! brussels was quaint and pandering to all bourgeois tastes, including seafood and civic blandness, but alas it was unoffensive to the sensibilty of a miscreant! this miscreant tis not me but Brendan Sharp, an evil spy sent from the planet yulos, providing man with street poetry, pseudo racist obervations, insightful architectural faints, copious amounts of laughter, inaudible intellectalisations on things as variet as the impossibility of home made gravity kits and the visualisation of the naked popeye serending jesus on tin rafts! he is a random man, but true invention is but the art of the liar, but i do not lie i never lie, to write is to be truthful, though everyone know lies spout forth when i speak! but this is a different world! ok Dour festival was hot and sweaty, baked alive in a human box of death called a tent, moles tried to dig above us, french bums jumped us, but we never yielded! we danced into the small hours, danced and laughed and spent days swimming in an azore quarry filled with the freedom of young kissable youth, grotesque dead trees grew upwards out of the cold water, i decended the deadness into the darkness, the contrast between laughter and silence, this awful dead trunk, the blindness, and then when the lungs and brain coerce me, air action and stunning blue colour, a true oasis in the Belgian countryside! to Cologne at six in the morning no passport needed, a huge beamoth of a cathedral , strange sculptures, ice cream whilst dipping my toes in the Rhine, railways, cargo ships, sculptures, lovely bars with eccentric features, conversation with our hostel friends whilst drunk.... lying upside down in the warm wind at night, intoxicated the cathedral became a huge obstacle, a seperation between me and the sky, i wanted it to fly off and never return, to become something exotic and fantastic.... but alas it was still there.. a monument to a great and hideous lie............. but i laugh still...... i love still..... i live......