hrn

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