And they shall all fall before the feat
Planning is foresight and plans which only see so far as the hour ahead leave no showing for the rest of the day or night. Burrowing down with a quick pace out the door, the drill between points extends with an eye open on half the ride. Morning and the breaks between the dullness fill up quick and easy as the stomach finds pauses in choux and cream sauces.
Early one makes for an early other and the walk from the shadows collects the pool. One diver takes a blank spot with no show of confidence. Tearing is waiting and the fraying sees the freak as the establishment scramble to cover the tracks of what may only lie in front as scatters on chaos.
Skipping away and the white plates move along with the same song of emptiness before the sheet music waits for another verse. With time and it's a game holding down two plates on far ends of the spectrum. Sweet and light facing down the minions of salt and meaty. Strawberrry crepes with Chicken and Prawns in the same sitting.
Two dualling factions and the occupier between looks at both with nary a concern of failure in demolition. Fork and spoon between the lands and the hands move with fluid motion with the felling of combatants on the porcelain battlefield.
Back and forth with a taste to either side and the onlookers over the challenge know well that there is no wall to hold back the absolute strength and power of the machine.
Soon Van
Friday, 11 May 2007 - 22:01
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