he pulled me down and my head rested on his lap as i watched the patterns change to swirling colours, great fields of reds, blues and yellows. I tried to share the beauty with the others but my words came out soggy, wet and dripping or tasting with colour. I pulled my self up and began walking, feeling a slight chill which crept inside as well as outside my body. I wanted to tell him, but all i could do was laugh. 


— the only reason i got this book was because i liked the front cover and i’ve finally found it after weeks and weeks and now i’m going to have a massive fine on this stupid but nicely illustrated book evvvun though its really old which is somewhat fascinating and i’d love too know who first took it out (29.03.1985) and what they’re doing 27! years later.