Late night closing

Ghost guns
‘Air scrubber, custardsetter’, bluuunkld a blob of custard splat the wall. ‘well whisofto bed’. Bill, Christine, Anna….Mrs Alfred the third, Nina, and Kerry the first stairwell, she rubbed the nuzzle up her nose, stum, stum, a huge pilsbury doe boy stum, stum, stum, down the corridor, Bzzzzzaaam, the cupboard, the shute, vvohoomph, out on the top of a four poster bed.the clock struckand a grey figure pogoed into the stairwell, bzzzzzaaam, bzzzzzaaam, bzzzzzaaam, mist started to poor into the hall.Anna ‘ah Mrs Nanars pillow with a heart shape cut out. Smarty the peroxide white St Bernard, with absinthe bottle, lay on his brown furry paws, stared at the floor, an eye peered back, ‘the cheek’, Smarty followed it across the floor. Christine pulls out the plug, and jumps, a shocked Benedictine monk peers through the swirling mirror. ‘An eye’, Bill piddles into the whole.Tom, Tom the pipers son, follows Christine down the corridor, slam, two ears rise at the bottom of the bed, ‘Bill, come up' Then with a blast from the pipes, two big white eyes, at the foot of the bed lifts, Christine slumps, and the bed fllluuuumppps closed.‘Ah sherry, pity the girls aren’t here. I must say Mrs Hayridge has done this place up a treat, ‘HI’ very nice. Well I was supposed to be in Barbaras diningroom. Bobs in Catalonia, but the exhibition has left a depressed hologram sitting, and on Sunday, she came down to find him in the diningroom. How wonderful to see you, skull on a tumbler, Benedictine, Rum, and Cider’, a flame lapped his mouth, greensleeves whistled, Bill hammered his bird box, ‘company’, it continued, a soapy outline of a body lay on the bathroom floor. Bill polished an ornate mirror, greensleeves, and dropped his foot bath in the door, and leapt on the put me up, followed by smarty. Bill thumped the top of a fairy larch, twick, twick, twrrrritck, twic, twi……….nut,nat, nat, narrrrrfffff, break, crack, crunch, through the dove cot, ‘fluff, fluff fluff feathers………whistle........Mrs Mawd...', Pigeons flew.
Beanz olden days. Without time travel
Personally, I like bouncing, but I’ve created my box, ‘covered in benign tonka beans, balanced a pole hewn rocks, the box vibrates, ‘to wagner’ up and down, and left and right, two channels, subject bound to the pole in the middle, and feeling groovy. Vibrations get in sync? Passing A.C currents through the wooden pole. Am I going wron- Percy To be cont