[albie]

I had a dream that Grace coughed up her own skeleton, and the skeleton tossed her floppy fillited body sack around like a wet rag with a face.

Then Roger moore pooed into the floppy skin sack, shouting the word 'pamphlet' over and over.

And by the end Grace was this poo filled elephant thing leaking from every hole, waddling around a caravan site made from carved wood.