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The Plasticman Always Rings My Lovely

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The Plasticman always rings My Lovely, every Wednesday at midnight. It is the same ending to every conversation, “Bats eat the fish bones of time“. It doesn’t matter now.  I got my heater and he’s going to get a Harlem Gooseberry in his smiler before sunrise. Tooting the wrong ringer will get him a twist and crackle, and then he will jump like a flame in a tango bar.  Once I’m done, he’ll be ready for the darkroom scanner. 

Trigger man takes slugs,

Trip for biscuits gone south fast –

fish bones stick down deep……