biggles he called himself, was an inquisitive lad. supportive and unselfishly a man of thoughtful advice. lady, maam, don’t fall backwards, no one is ready to catch you. it was only when the cold wind that blows, that biggles would be there for you. on this droll of a day we find bilo, washed up in paradise. standing bamboozled at the circus, like many newcomers, it was nothing absurder. salome dances around handing out tickets for her headless train ride, is it dora dunkin, johnny – a ride that takes you to the forgetful night of 32nd of december. bilo still in wonderment, watches salome carefully and notices a little death around her eyes. he instantly knows this is not your typical circus. bilo continues to walk the carnival streets. prize games were everywhere. men shouting for people to come on down you talk a good game, but can play the same and dance the fruity tutti and win. beyond the rides and games we find biggles, rolling around the palyground. he sees bilo walking up. hello there stranger biggles asks. a little unsure, bilo just stares. half dead and a third alive i guess, suggests biggles. I am new here, bilo whispers. I know, thats why I’m here says biggles. where am I, asks bilo. In the east of eden where everybody fucks forever. bilo is terrified. no boy, I am just kidding replies biggles. you are in a whirlwind of french dog blues, where you can either beg, steal or borrow or simply sit, watch and drink gin from teacups. whats the difference between death and glory? asks bilo. why do you ask? I read it on a sign on the way in, bilo insists. well In the morning where does all the pain go? biggles asks. where? responds bilo. I don’t know, I thought you might know………………
bilo and biggles spend the next ten minutes asking each other questions until doctor albion places them both in a cage for people to see them until they are back from the dead.
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