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The Best Thing That You Ever, Ever Had
Blong
Two steps. Judging by the nothing serious that had occured, Blong decided that his limbs were fully functional. Finally! Being bed-ridden just wasn't Blong's cup of fruit flakes. Blong liked to think he was adventurous, and daring, and a pure lady's Gormeg. And sometimes, he was. But that was when he had his fortnightly out-of-chassis experiences.
Blong paced himself, cautiously at first, and then a little recklessly. Swallow hovered approximately two feet overhead, and three behind. Upcurrents didn't affect Swallow much. Swallow had four sets of wings, that flapped quite rapidly, almost in tandem. Surprisingly, he was very quiet. Flix Fly's are silent, almost like the Red Thirleys of Vorgon 7. The Red Thirleys have sixteen sets of wings. And wherever they go, they are greeted with perpetual confusion, only because they travel in groups of four hundred. That's six thousand four hundred sets of wings, flapping very rapidly, and silent as a cat's fart.
Blong walked, however unsteadily, across the room to the inconspicuous table at the left corner. He stared blankly at the inconspicuous letter lying there, inconspicuously.
I saw Richard Gere today. There was a press conference at the Taj, for the "Heros Project"; a foundation for AIDS awareness communication, and Richard Gere was there, with Parmeshwar Godrej. God was it boring. But there was awesome food afterwards. Chicken rolls, fish fingers, cream cheese thingies, and PASTRY! Oh yes, oh yes. I loved the fruit tart, with kiwi and cherry and mango. Oh yes, oh yes.
By the way, La Patisserie has shifted to inside. They're renovating where it was before.
I've got new clothes, and the elevator bag has been replaced by a slick black strap on from Nike. Very cool, and I won't need it for storeys.
I attempt one hundred stomach crunches every morning, and my abs are as hard as Winnie the Pooh.
Song: God Put A Smile On Your Face - Coldplay
Poetry In Static
Where do we go, nobosy knows
I've gotta say, I'm on my way, down
Thought
Debit cards are the epitomy of convenience
Till next time...
Blame It On A Rush Of Blood To The Head
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