The day was hot. The color was blue. She just knew that increasing the tension on her guitar string would cause it to break. But music is the largest of four forgotten ideas. So it was a chance she was willing to take.
Before he crossed the street, he closed his eyes and prayed to the gods of traffic. He was going to the theater to see "Y Tu Mama Tambien", in Portugese of course. Then he intended to sit for another movie which recounted the rape of a 12 year old as the start of the Trojan war.
Honestly, she believed the human species is the greatest ecological disaster. Then again, she also believed Pizza Hut was created by plate tectonics.
If he couldn't attain inner peace, he would settle for chocolate. If he couldn't have chocolate, he could be sated with money. If the money was not fortcoming, hell, there are always orgasms.
He is man. She is woman. Yin and yang. But balance is not our fate. Only unprecedented anarchy. In a world where spirituality is a Beatle's song, no wonder she's a dangerous psychopath. Only Papa Smurf can bring back Ghandi.
The color of broccoli lived behind her eyes. Their breath was fire but their memory lasted only as long as recess. She dared to dream a dog's dream of chasing aliens.
Why are? Because without it, it wouldn't be worth it. Why even ask When questions go unanswered. How many? Several before and several after. And she's not even done yet. Howfore art thee? Very well, thank you.
In the end, two trains traveled at light speed. They were periwinkle blue with extra headlights. But the world works because love and hate dance a neverending marathon.
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