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At the very moment the wine bottle was being fished out of the water at Buddha Beach by an out of work cyclist, another message was being decoded in a fourth storey lock-down toilet in north Tel Aviv. It read: … Continue reading →

A variant of the same short shonky shanty (see below) has recently turned up in a bottle, rescued by a local, on the golden sands of Buddha Beach in Thailand. It reads: I’m going down the hole To the ‘Liar’s … Continue reading →

Sitting at the garden table, Kimbell wrote a note to himself on the top left of the newspaper, above the word puzzle… Things to do today: Vacuum Mow lawns Shopping Clean bathroom Arrest the NSA on suspicion of espionage

Luckily, a sea shanty which, in a remarkable way, appears to summarise the adventures of Kimbell so far has recently been recovered from a 114 Brook St, Toronto second storey bedroom drawer. Undoubtedly, the lost Chapters 3 & 4 contain all the musical annotations necessary for a … Continue reading →

These chapters will be posted as soon as they can be found.

The afternoon of Wednesday the 12th of December 2012, Pasha stalked every aisle of the St Petersburg Public Library before finally coming to rest on a seat beside the so-called Gasman. Gasman seemed like one totally mad kind of gismo, consisting of a transparent metallic sphere, as … Continue reading →

"Why are you sad, mommy?" Neither parent answered. "He talks to me on the computer." "Are you sure?" Johannes patted Boo Boo on the head. "But he's in France. He can't come back." Johannes and Yani walked Boo Boo to her room. She … Continue reading →

"My eyes hurt," insisted Captain Dimcho Pavlov puffing on a cigarette. "I'll be dead in two years. Or worse than dead." "Some people just get better with age, boss." The Parrot kept her eye on the darkened sea ahead and a … Continue reading →

God, I'm sick of the first person. From now on I will refer to myself as Kimbell.

I walk out the gate. Some way down the road a snake disturbs the roadside grass. A brilliant thought strikes me. I stop, admiring the empty grass, reassuring myself of its emptiness. Then another thought appears. I begin walking in circles so as to keep these two thoughts … Continue reading →