Words by Trev Teasdel
Tuesday, 25 October 2016
Because civilisation makes no sense half-eaten donuts paint lemonade ships on nuclear fire engines. The fur-coated weather whistles down chimney-pots telling lies about the two-timed moon and the Arch-Duke of Wallpaper has been stripped of rank. But me I'm writing a memo to the President of all things about the plans to repossess the Earth while my 6 wives and walnut platypus seek shelter inside the word 'Kelloggs'!