Wednesday, December 8, 2010

they drove and drove...

through what seemed like 'continents'...
she kept pinching herself...
it had to be a dream...
it was like Alice falling down the rabbit hole....
there were boys with caps on their heads, riding gigantic tricycles...
and there were these houses made of clay....
green clay....
with similar, very large,
undulating pouches propped up
 in front of them on the sidewalks....
everywhere there were sparkles and glitter...
the man's turban became a snake !!!
she had to get out of here !!!
WHERE WAS HERE ????
there was a rhapsody playing in the distance....
the women outside the taxi were EXTREMELY TALL....
WAKE UP !!!
WAKE UP !!!!
a baby busted out of the glitter pouch on her lap...
a baby !!!
with a pink nose...
she really should NOT have eaten that Hebrew National Salami last night....
LOL

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