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AT CAVE

so the dialectics were changing 

the beasts approached the adventurers with silver tongued flamboyancy to carve out a smile

discarded their fear, spoke soft words, full of telephone numbers and promises

"we must leave, relatively unharmed"

he woke up or fell asleep in or to the DVD-menu's insisting jingle

had legs

armour too

a little girl ran across the floor, throwing silver coins at a fat Himalayan on the window sill

her legs caught fire, 

- visitors brought cake and ale -

dawn

lamp posts giggling

trespassers on the heath

edible solutions, big head of dreams

you can't spell compromise without "hemingway"..

so it goes

cat like

purrs

and was decidedly political, the face and the ballot mattered, felt good

engage in conversation: "hey      you      death      like"

never got elected by the bored, so

it was reasonable to move to Poland

"have you even heard how big dreams can grow?" 

never harvested: plutonium date

handshake