Thread: walk in and have a seat game
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the fish farm
lead them to
a cobblestone walk
where they could
see the green
area were most
dreamers love to
pretend that there
is no hatred
nor strife of
things that only
a real man
is nagged about
. That having been
someone's dream or
nightmare depending on
how many times
he awoke in
the drugstore or
whenever someone could
be found at
the entrance of
Dark old stairs
leading up to
the top of
the creepy spiral
three times around
that forced him
to hide his
shiny and new
bald head which
required polishing every
single day and
preferably by french
moisturiser and some
incredibly old Hungarian
paprika laden goulash
which tastes marvellous
along with lushious
potatoes piled like
they were never
touched in any
fish and chips
but boiled in
in a new
and modern way
which involved spreading
peanut butter over
the potatoes and
throw them away
