Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

lunar plans

rocket, rocket, and a ludicrous length of kitchen foil.

blast away, take off, through sullen rich skies and on to the moon…

[i have not been here recently.  been here, and there, and all the way over there. i do hope you understand.]

no moon journies as yet.  but soon.

My cheeks are hot like hot cross buns.

What’s going on!?

keep looking,

the moon is only x+y (a/B) by C

Keep away from that Mrs Spoon. I’ve got my doubts about her.

Oh fly me to the moon. Quickly, quickly; before I think about anything else.