The Digital Diary of Al Babaloo

The following text/sound/image thing was discovered at the bottom of a bag of second-hand surgical staples by a stout yet limber rodent named Chester...At the time they immediately delivered it to the Aural Initiative Potential, a pre-historical, post-hysetrical and plest-hermorphoical format confined to Babaloo's wardrobe...I mean...that is until the long deceased make it worth something; which may indeed be now? (Babaloo hasn't responded officially, so the PFW can't sue for copyright infringement).

The Adventures of Algernon Babaloo Along the Sonic Highway

The year: 2005. Having recently engaged JD in a battle of wills, I staggered along the road to now in search of my 'masterpiece'. Numerous genres wearing mind-bending attire (with silicone engorged parts, leering at me from ill-fitting underwares) jetéd out from the shadows offering me leaflets that extolled the virtues and/or immoralities of their consumption. Brushing them aside with my bulbous beard, I cut west along a dreary sub-alley lined with next year's avant-garde photography. As I passed a rather stout yet limber rodent collecting acid rain from the shoes of dead hippies, I noticed a door looming in the gloom (what? - need to edit this! ) near my left elbow. Above the door a large, blue, animatronic index finger beckoned, curling its form at 9 BPS, above which a pink neon sign stuttered: THE SONIC HIGHWAY : I announced the phrase, 'my brussels are oily' through the speakhole and the door swung open. As I stepped through the threshold I was confronted by Rae Elbow (#59), who swiftly offered me a temporal tangerine. Obviously I ate the thing, an act to which Rae replied,
"welcome, enjoy your trip..." < this is a clickable link - it begins the adventure

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The Adventures of Algernon Babaloo Along the Sonic Highway

to be continued . . .