Swamp donkey, vampires, stars, castles, marigolds, babies, zips

[squirmelia]

Thursday - After the beer festival:
In my hand, I held the commemorative glass that I had earlier drunk ciders and perries with names like Troggi, Swamp Donkey and Summers from. I ran drunkenly through the park past the statues, moving the empty beer glass in dramatic motions through the air and up to my face in strange angles and pretending to drink.

Friday - Slough:
I rode in a camper van, wearing a captain's hat, with a group of girls. At times I wanted to get high, pick up hitch-hikers, and mind out for vampires, but sometimes I'd just mutter Japanese adjectives to myself.

I watched people draw strange pictures of people and objects and all kinds of pretty, yet somehow crazy things. Then I slept in a cabin bed, near to the ceiling, where I could see stars.

Saturday - Windsor/London:
I thought about buying a castle and some dried marigolds, but instead just bought ice-cream. The castle was much larger than I had expected, although I had never really imagined it before.

I saw a baby and started empathizing strangely, and wanted to put my fingers in my mouth too.

I danced to end of the world songs until about 5am, and then remember the clunk sound that my friend's head made as it hit the seat it front on the bus when he fell asleep repeatedly.

Sunday - London:
I hid from the sunlight underneath a zip. It seemed so sparkly, jewels of glowing metal above my eyes.

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[gnimmel.livejournal.com]

I too have partaken of the Swamp Donkey. It tasted rural, as if very hygienic rats had been bathing in it.