When I was a small larva I couldn't wait to grow and become the last coin to drop in the slot or another way for people to ask for your money. Maybe the old bank is empty, empty as a poor man's piggy bank. When you're a man that repels money, you also repel the dreaded fruit flies, that hover the corpse of a dead dream, a dream about happiness and a little time left for the rabbit to eat a stingray. Tradition tells, that every rabbit should do that at least once in his life or he would have seen them coming to a halt. The nearby train scared the crows from the field. Because of that, I had to go hunting until daybreak. They never returned to sender, that is what the sticker on the box said. Maybe the address was typed for speed above all, but the other monks might sleep during the day, but in this place they carve until some poor sap can pay the boat driver or he will leave him standing with the beginning of it all.
wow! cool. i just started doing literature collaborations about two weeks ago. thus far i've only done poetry, but i love writing prose, or anything really! one of my favorite elements in philosophy is absurdity! this is wonderfully absurd.
just cause it's neat (lol) have a look at this contest i'm helping host (we're judging now, it's called "chaos and absurdity") [link]