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Creativity starves insanity
Time away in the dark of night and the scent of free food picks up a charm no matter what the cause or occasion. Beat in this swing of things, the relative underling of a pirate breaking the beak of 21.
Scatter the illusion of knowing anything beyond the hunt for the plate and fork. Drink of ginger ale in hand, the entire premise is to start the run at the line with all the blood work to follow the scent. Meat and crispy, the flavour sticks the same kind of regulation seen before in others and many like it ago. Variation low on key, watching others eat their napkins, a bonus in the shady setting.
Feet of others move about in the shoeless floor with ears weak from heavy sound of speakers up at the level of the smug attitude of the disc changers sitting at the table. Higher and higher they go with the volume switch and it only gets worse the longer they sit, arms back and heads aside.
Unveiling of the presents is a wrought moment of angst as the box contents fly apart, broken and of no future help. Collectors hard core wince a little, looks of pain flying back and forth.
Moments later, with no more tolerance for ginger ale and the food all gone, a cart back and where it all goes quiet again.
Soon Van - Sunday, 18 February 2007 - 13:05
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