Somewhere up in the clouds

This one is going to be a puzzle until the end...

58 days later and I was staring at the sun with my eyes wide open; this took a bit of getting used to and so I bought a bag of chips to think on it, but the sun melted me away until later to skip a beat and re-arrange the rooms to suit the meaning of whatever meaning came to be re-arranged in this window that was staring at the sun so magnificently.

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A sandy wave came then and wished to high heaven that Paris had nothing to do with Singapore, and this being equal to what anything was worth came as a surprise, but of course the show had to go on. Now, any day soon a message will come to say that all is okay and everything is all right if we do not leave too soon.

I thought on this for a time until I came to believe I was thinking too much, which is when I turned around and went right back to where I came from.

None of this was believed on the grapevine for a very long time, until some big face shouted it to the wind; and then along came mine to the dozen to relieve me so I could go get a good night’s rest.

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But before anything more could be done, an anonymous skunk ran across the road and brought all this to a close.

Well, you’ve heard of lots of things by now, but what more remarkable than this: that we have more to say than ever the words can mean.

So we sailed on into the soul; but enough about that for now, here comes Jimmy again to tell us something more about where we should be:

Ladies and gentlemen, tonight, I bring to you this that has to be said; are you ready boys and girls?

All I really can say about this is that death can come at any moment so please enjoy your-selves before-hand.

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Well then: tomorrow I am going to have a boiled egg and a piece of bread…I can’t wait…

Oh, oh, I can hear you thinking: who is Jimmy?

If I’m not two feet tall, I must be bigger then, if I’m not smaller. But who is to say this that can’t imbibe that until the cows come home to then install a sprinkler system that says we are all here in the same moment to wonder at this.

But I, Moriarty shall not sink so low in my final moments…

Ah, now, we have splintered your mind I see; we will now talk in the next language available…

But first we will need the password…

If it hadn’t been for that Sherlock Holmes I would have been home free by now.

Until we meet again then, Holmes…

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