So, will you touch the touching thing with the sacred touching stick? Or will you be yet another who fears the unholy power of the touching thing?
We have seen the dawn, and it was already there right at the start of the day, just down a bit on the left hand side of the car park of all your dreams.
Once you knew the secret of the candyfloss, and the cheese and onion pasties held no fear for you. You held the power of all the takeaways of our secret longings in the palm of your one hand. But then you turned your back on it all, gave it all up to become a Trainee Supermarket Manager.
Still - as they say - still.
I suppose it only goes to show.
Although, I would rather like to show you mine, now.
It is over here now. It used to be over there, but we moved it.
You know what it is like. We'd heard all the rumours, of course. Even though we knew they were only rumours, we thought it would be best… on the safe side and all that, if you remained over there, just beyond the reach of our longest ceremonial touching stick.
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