facespace was the place

i solemnly declare the following;
dear auntie aggy in cumbernauld in need of a stairlift
with a failing heart of gold for 2 moons and boiling my socks
jason from orrrrrrrrrrrrregon who never abbhoooooooorrrrd the warrrrrrr
he went long from mission beach all the way to puerto penasco/rarrky point
2 scottish girls in a schoolroom cum hostel in the prague burbs
what language were we speaking ?!! what bloody language were they speaking?!!!!!
the tall american dude who taught me the mysteries of grand royal magazine in buda or was it pest?
everyone should have a mullet for a day...
Marisela who's uncle owned the best mexican restaurant on the planet, la jolla baby
hyperbole not required
who threw up on a backjacket and slept with a bloke who could have been my twin
the chinese fellow out the front of the imperial palace in tokyo
we played swapsies with cameras while i claimed to know the difference
rampant unhinged japanese giggling girty, being chased up and down the aisles of a JAL 747 at narita as we taxi
while some fool looks on all pleased coz he's got a spare seat all the way to Kota Kinabalu... I found out what was in her bag alright!
Raewyn the tramper who took me to the edge of Vic Falls, before bringing me back in one piece
then emailed me birthing photos from southern usa years later...ouch
evilgodmara from virginia who chatted the m4 away on a national express
dutifully admired the sin factory at porttaaaalbot and whose room could have been a smoking cold storage facility
Little romain with curls of gold, the cutest little bloke in perigord verd
who knew how to play the fools but lived in fear of the chicken bin
Lauren of the smoky chords, the most earthed being on those long bastard nights at chez camille
getting all and sundry high at the fete de epeluche down by the riverside causing sensory implosion at the bumpercars and fireworks... aiiiia
fabio the gobby little bugger that sent me to go do in a culo in godolphin
before wandering into my flat in via san luca suited and booted as an estate agent
ma che cazzo?
the sound melburnian in ica that knew beavis from pubs in st kilda but just couldnt untangle the 6 degrees of separation... as the maelstrom blew above and around us and some bastard took off second coming
bearded ben who lived in a geodesic dome somewhere on the gower
and knew moley/stumpy/dirty who got famous under a tree or up a motorway
Jules who was smart as pie and made me go all squishy in uplands
whom i 'disappointed' by showing at work on saturday still speeding, legless and shouty and who's water polo bloke did nothing but drool on colleagues and friends breasts and made her cry
darling Lilly the Japanese/Peruvian guide that you could keep in your pocket-pocket guide?
ushering fools up and down andean mountains til the mythical macchu picchu
handing out anti inflammataries, spotting bears and being so cute you just wanted to take her home
Dr Juvenal who was no doctor and had nothing to do with perry farrell
his pollo jokes and stale bread made all the salt in uyuni worthwhile
yo soy simon bolivar el libertadore del cinco pollos... so bog off