(idea) by Lometa Wed Apr 11 2001 at 3:16:29

Dreams underfoot and the Bishop in the crushed red velvet was shrinking quickly on the waxen hard wooden floor. Embarrassed he went around to hide behind the matching stage curtain hoping to blend in. Even though he was smaller I could tell by the creaks in his treads that he still weighed the same.

Irreversibly driving the dusty road placing a go order for my husband. Forever it seemed to make pork chops, applesauce with gravy and potatoes. Three untrustworthy men with white teeth in blue cotton overalls befriended me. Gullibly sliding into the inside corner of the plastic booth all the while their heads fluently yammered on at me about their big dream. We're gonna be mil-yun-airs! To buy this restaurant. Lost with no idea it was perfectly clear to never explain anything unnoticed, my self crossed and recrossed from above to discover the secret name of the restaurant. Just outside the consertina wired prison it sat lonely covered with spinning stars on midnight blue paint and golden arches They had political reasons and good ones to build a drive through. Yes, brilliant and political, how perfectly successful.

I like it!