ELIX is a nom from whence this came - where from i suppose only mist story could know.
I could go on for long in song but it is boring for ye - still alas I include bot bits in somewhere down below. Along the way I do suggest you take a chance to watch the picture show.
I promised more but it was a bit of a bore - still its written and I liked to share whatever i find in these brains and mental places - it all begins with sex and sins then goes like what is next:
What I the Oli Goldsmith Artist who paint-made this see senses to recall involves a flying freedom legend, some some sort of floaty fall.
The memory is shuffled in some rusty trusty tales but I merely am the tool through which such Artifice unfurls.
I did right now beneath eye browse; inside the head my team of mini helpers suggest I take a rest while they go through our cabinets.
Attention honked a mina bird I woke to note a fax emerging from my nostrils. missing bits it was the bits the micro fiche my brain workers found in some parts from old bits .... frayed reels and tapes and fuzzy facts it read like this i see:
- .... a creature or some sort of thing or man. Who made sounding like words suggest I call her Madam's Madman Adam if I recall but may be wrong.
- Unlikely though as rarely so i think there was some sort of Apple Peach or Pear - the tasty treat fruit however seemed more like wrinkled leather - oh yes it was some prune.
While I watched from nowhere near illuminated by the moon I noticed such nice plants.
Evening rose into the lunar days weird ways, lunatics were all around and singing in some ways. I caught a drift of what to paint - that Art thing that I do - ancient miny sailors asian sent dressed up like ants and bugs were doing all the asking.
In Tribute To some King of Snakes - or was it Shapes of Shifting Drifting - that I say in lose word way these things are not described that way.
At least this Artist Guy, Oliver James with last strain known as Goldsmith
I am is guesstimating what I can't be sure.
One final think i noticed once it might be that the bugs and insects set about to get some representing action in this garden story. Seeming irked as they were there this they make quite clear. As Worms in Bird Suit thought suggest some how the claims are being made that insect minis and their clans tricked the rest of gods and mans to look the other way.
It worked to prove misdirection always wins the day.