Just Enough To Move
Both, my life pump and my quarter kilo supercomputer sat together, smoking the cigarettes of boredom, waiting for the hit in life to arrive, not sure what to do, when suddenly, a gush of wind brought a red ballon flying accross the pair of caneras stuck on my face, and sparked a sensation of curiosity in the boredom struck brain.
The cameras locked on, the feet carried 50 kilos of flesh and bones and a 10 kilo soul in the direction of the gushing wind, like a small child would, just to gwt the feel..........
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