Beyond the gates of Mrs Hayridges home

and in the hall the great figure of chakraganges, the six armed orangutang, resplendent on his podium, moto below, ‘Hear no evil’.Mrs Hattie Hayridges relative in green, ariel bike, before the war, with stout chin on the wall. Tony slattery lost in banarama in the basement. My mag. The dangerous voyage of the infant spacemen, in the wood box,‘about interstellar travel’.As I stood there, Mrs Hayridge explained the customs and way of chakraganges,‘When man first placed his foot on the earth, he searched anywhere for a god. Go about openly in public and you’d be mugged…………but questions of the spirits………………..anyway, so all religions from foundations possibly flawed.’Chakraganges , new you came into this world as yourself, and you die, and will return to your own, as you’ll cluster after the same things. So, we gather me and my non-biological family in the temple of chakraganges…..an annex