A Colorful wind, breathe it in and you can fly to her. It tastes like cherry gumdrops and curls around your lungs until it kills life and strangles you with happiness.
The walls are insulated with asbestos and strawberries, protect the children for they are the taste of life.
The whales are the most honest mammal you will ever meet. Sometimes they donate themselves to the hungry, and even the stuffed and full. They dont have much to live for so they have mutually decided to die off after saying their goodbyes to one another.
These days its fashionable to clip your own wings, said the ugly hairdresser.
The tone in her voice was dipped in smooth mercury. She told me one day that I would die, and I smiled and sat down on the white beach next to her.
In the blight of the city there is an old man that screams at the church bells. He defines himself as the only normal one left, and screams whenever someone knocks on his door. No one knows whether he is angry or surprised, but they know he is scared. His name is Abraham Nottinghill and he sings the songs of angels.
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Good ol Mr. Nottinghill
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