IN BLUE, painted blue
In the depths of a river in the country, including algae dancing driven by the current into the cool of a late summer afternoon while plastic bottles and used condoms floating on the water, and are happy and thoughtful to meet their fate.
A little love is curved and glittering haul waste between those silent, gliding mysterious and threatening as an old samurai used in determining its strength and fight the dark and powerful enemies. A V herms blackish, juicy bait is skewered, but do not seem to care, it is intended to speak to the phone with his analyst.
A P out G act approaches curious and hungry, his mouth open as if about to ask is to add another flavor to his bowl of ice cream but does not know which one to choose between stracciatella and zuppa inglese.
V - I salute you, I have people ... hello, see you later!
P - Excuse me, sir, what time is it?
V - It 's time for dinner, nice!
P - That's why I am so hungry; sir!
V - you should not quite a worm?
P - I do not eat things that crawl.
V - mistake me for a snail?
P - I did not want to offend you, sir ...
V - I am a worm swimmer, right??
P - Not to be easy with a rod stuck up my ass!
V - I did not know where to put the ballast for spearfishing.
P - Glad you, I like chicken.
catfish goes away, whistling Beatles' Yellow Submarine. The Worm watching him in disgust.
V - What a jerk, chicken is full of estrogen, her tits are like my cousin Francine ...
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