. . Forget . . What . .

" Forget yourself

You are the Albatross "

            -Me


i didn't know

that they didn't know .

The Tale of Grehopitiru and Bermuda

In 1998, I rode Bermuda, the black horse, into Marlborough. I was 29 year-old white prince Grehopitiru.
As we crossed the city line, 13 townsfolk threw flowers that bounced off me and Bermuda.
We stopped at the first inn, The Lonely Pussy. The innkeeper, Lola, gave us each a pint of hot strong beer. Bermuda and I gulped them down then went to our usual room, 208.
Bermuda curled up on the ten foot wide bed of hay in the center, and I kicked my boots off and lay on the floor boards by the open door.
We had just come from destroying the evil city-state of London.
We slept fourteen hours.
At 7:01 am Bermuda and I walked downstairs and hugged Lola's burly figure "Goodbuy."
We walked for 20 minutes and 20 hours to the town of Elk Grass 399 miles inland, near the center of Indian Land.
We met Hope Leaven Worth near Saint Petersburg and Saint Augustine and Jacksonville Floridas.
Walkin' on the side of The Farm
to Market road
85%   drunk    on   sweet   alcohols . . .

                                              Is    it   Me   ?

l i s t e n   t o   Panther    by     Big   Stick .


Oaky ,  Back to the Story :   Bermuda  got a little thorn in    His Her  THeir  Left  Front  Paw.

We were 20 miles south East of Elk Grass and the Grasses were Winners, If N you Know what i Mean.
l i s t e n  to  Summercamp vs Fake Moustache Tree   by   Boats

She He THey  was  in pains   so  I helped   . .  I help

Then  Our  Athletic Friends  by  Boats .

a n d     La   Luz    by    Los   Dead    Dreams

.  The  End