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"Merry waterbottles" he said "I am bottle-santa and I will make you happy, if you let me. I can also make you sad if the weather is not ideally regulated. Have you noticed?? It is december again! This means absolutely no regulation and a good deal of wind, like the tathata of a very broad and assphyxiating eraser gum. It looks and feels like a gigantic men that attempts to push my home into the ground, yet the same thing makes you float in these eerie but effable state of contemplation. Eraser-december, the loneliest of months. This is necessary. Also a very broad range of smells that flow through in the day and the night, like today for example! I made a list. I made one, yes:
Smell A- Rotten bananas and a truck full of ripe fruit. This smell is common on the afternoons and at dusk. One can even catch sight of the bananas if it is absoultely necessary. Use incense.
Smell B- Burnt newspapers and wood. One time it will last for seconds, the next one it will be there for hours. Maybe there will be specks of black wind circling your house! Watch out, it may enter inside your eyes or leave little rafts on your fingers. No sea.
Smell C- Ice cube smell. This one is tricky and can pierce. Use a glass tall of milk and a book. You may lie on the fround
Maybe you are familiar with the ABBA form or even the ABACABA. But this is just one of the many strings god can pull from his clouds. Eitherway, my donkey is getting impatient. But. Where are the dogs?"
The dogs were on the corner.
He got out of his donkey and parked himself in a bike rig. Not in that order. He had to run, however, and immediatly embrace the brown dog that shivered from lack of sleep and that was eating his own fur. The poor frolic thing was having a schizophrenic episode. The dog thought his paws were made of christmas candies. "Oh no!" Said the poet "Not again!" The other dogs were really scared. The black one, for example, was on the paws-on-chest position signifying stress and horror. The majority of the variegated dogs were asleep. The poet gave them cookies and a jar of pills for the mind. The new year was on the other corner and they needed to be strong mentally and stomachly. All the dogs licked him and he was happy and rolled downhill with them, licking at will. The hill had a flowery fever and they rolled down a bunch of red tulips that greeted them on their way and approved the dog-messenger with a slight tilt of their colorful heads. Maybe it was only wind.
Finally, on the hill skirts, they crashed with a very tall tree. They woke him up and the leaves started to rumble very angrily. "Hrrm! HRRM!" Said the tall oak. "How dare you spy on this beautiful and pure skirt. This girl is not any of your business, I have seen her grow from the small bump on the ground she used to be until she became a mature and responsible girl-hill. With tulips, trees and even orchids on her back. You can see she has become quite voluptuous. Ha!" The leaves were not happy and they made an angry-dance. The perverted tree said "Hrrm" again and violently threw an apple that hit the poet right in the head. He fainted and the dogs pulled him to a safe place.
He woke up and he wasn't on the hill any longer and now he was on top of a very warm pillow. Where was he?! It was...