Colour and what has gone , in, dark, long funny.

I've got films and reams of silly boy on this television!

Flying cameras, and spy lights, from broken doors and black windows, filming life around us, observing other life forms;

Next the one where a big man, grabs him and shakes him about violently, throwing him on the floor, and so the camera, films him trying to wake up from a cut up curb, by

And from a jiggling clump he looks mad, he is such a spaceman, and a be never man, and he flew hopefully y, without leave, anything left in a cowboy? What a banana without me, a fool on tape, he'd arch true, whispered a cowboy confused.