Soaking sultanas with bullets of blood

Spiralling

Breaking out with the return of the blood stream, tapping direct from the nose, a change reeks in the air. Years of forever and ever on the dry and stable wheat biscuits, over and done.

Once and empty spaces previously held by the massive armies of plain wheat surrender to the forces of sultanas and pieces of petrified fruit. Perfect for those with imaginations, the biscuits could not hold on as the oncoming advances of moderate flakes made their presence felt.

Different textures to be sure; to be had, to wake the day.

Soon Van - Thursday, 4 August 2005 - 01:18

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