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Pretty Girl Milking A Cow Part 5


Pretty Girl Milking A Cow

(Part 5)

you have been amply warned not to read this since the sun has gone down beneath the darkness already moving under the cover of the bed flashlight in hand book ready blow torch ignited fuse lit sparkling on the stick of dynamite gasoline fuel poured sufficiently pin pulled on the hand grenade for good measure while cat sits quietly by your side for comfort perhaps a little scared but that's alright stroke it with a touch of genius and continue by the light of the silvery moon

it is too early for morning but the quick sand is already flooding through windows doors and much more as a hole in the Earth opens up consumes you kitty quick sand and all there is and there you go down with no traffic to contend with this time of year

china appears to be the destination of choice while colliding with the other side rising with the sun

coffee drinkers sit on bamboo chairs at star bucks in the mist outside near by the temple a fat boy statue on display while children speak a funny language wearing strange shaped shoes and playing marbles on a greener grass

the roller coaster ride is just beginning continues while someone with an itchy finger pounds out more letters at least one at a time on a keyboard pulled and pushed like a trigger at the speed of light on events unfurling by the second about to take shape orange peeled on a lemon flavored day

do not fear as things are about to get a little dicey a little weird a little tricky if you get my drift while walking in the yellow neighborhood the tsunami hits face first both cheeks turn red become wet and wild pulled out to sea with the rest of you tumbling rotating as is to be expected when tsunamis hits in a split second overseas

children's marbles are designed for such actions

cat meows under water are hard to hear through all the noise but you get the picture

cats don't like water but at least the beach is dry and sunny with expected rain showers later in the afternoon according to oriental reporters who are in the know and no snow is expected

once surfaced the waves recede again

air comes to the lungs like a burst bubble breath a ship turns up

picks up passengers who call themselves survivors for some reason

finished with the ride but quite wet and breathing

sun sets again foreign this time traveling on a speed line train

high up on a narrow mountain path no rails to speak of since the train left the track

a sharp turn right or wrong in this instance leaves the world behind so hold on fast going off the cliff but it is better this time less claustrophobic than before going through a hole in the Earth covered in quick sand that moves too slow don't you know

and with less destructive weapons in tow

it is better to be out in nature enjoying the open air where you can hear the cat meow loud and clear and see the sun go down in the east or is it west

so hard to get your orientation while tumbling off the cliff

is this the orient express from England

London is my guess


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