Thursday, November 05, 2009

Scribbled words no. 1

The bus started to leave, and...
The old man and his half-legged wife started running...

Another man stopped the bus, and...
The old man and his half-legged wife got on it.

A jetplane drew a line in the sky, but...
A seagull below did it faster.

I'm walking - guided by the moon.

To avoid thugs by becoming one of them.

I'm smiling on the bus

I'm singing to you all.

One chews paper with hopes of freedom auctioned out as a thursday dinner coupon.

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