martes, 29 de septiembre de 2009

"Freddy was doing a great rythm, flowing thru the screaming flowers
Diva was enjoying all the silence, anxious for the last chapter
Johnny was full of hatred for his plans had been destroyed by a blue creampie
Violet spent all morning making lemonade with her tears, sweet and sour tears
Erin's store had a huge cash overflow yet that somehow bothered her
Brad played the piano, then read an encyclopedia, then smoke a cigar.

despite their obvious non-connections
on that same day, at the same time
they all sensed that time had started changing
for better or worse, their time kept on changing
'till time became a bowl of mashed potatoes
really sour mashed potatoes."

Ludwig Von Cochapata, circa 2010

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