Continuum
| The wilderness froze my lake like an ice cream menace. We tried to taste it on Sundae hoping it would have bananas & all those creamery things, which we love. Jim had a bad attitude because he thought that we were just faking to be trees. “The trees resolve our problems” said Laibrogh. My problem was that the trees couldn’t count themselves so I failed Algebra. A man from Britain corrected Jim’s mistake of involving the air about & those who had arms without. A camera bit its upper lip & we settled back in our dust chairs. The ice was like glue to the shoe & the cream was a dream to the ones who dare try to seem. A cannon roared over the inspection. The colonial was all but finished. Then the roar became a thing that bored him & he was finished. Laibrogh searched the woods for some meaning & some metal. Jim gathered the leaves over the colonial. I just sat under the wind & tried to catch some distance. There was enough distance to go around the world. The light through the leaves kept us company until 6 PM. We went home in tears, know that tomorrow it would all happen again. | ||
| 2006 Piemerica-Incorperated-Eternally | Written by Emperor MAR February 10, 2006 | |