16/APR/2010
Circle rules the world, everything in the modern world today is circular, in front of me now, within eye shot, I can spot 9 circular objects, and whoever the owner of circles are, their royalties must be through the roof.
I was flying one day through a tunnel that reflected music ambiance well, a chilled out drum beat with many a cymbal dashing, calmly floating off to the darkness in front, with my pal badger who goes under the name of Monta, going with the flow, drifting along nothing, but a lot of nothing to do. After the aloofing had past, they decided to go to Livingston, to visit our friend Jaws, he was a red credit card with glasses and loved to DJ and motivate the crowd by hand gestures. He tried to exclude me, with gambling and sending me to Las Vegas and it worked.
Jaws and Monta, decided to go to a coffee bar in Livingston, take a rest before their chaos of a day about to happen, Jaws got an extra whipped hot chocolate and Monta got a red wine to be healthy, since he was health conscious badger, being healthy seems to fit that description. They spent many a day in this coffee bar wasting the day away talking rubbish such as, ‘What if trains could fly?’, and ‘What came first the robot or the dance?’ And important life threatening questions such as, ‘What should I have to eat tonight?’ and ‘Why doesn’t music have more than one note?’ They often just stared into space, and counted how many UFOs were flying around in the room. Usually there were a couple everyday tinkering about, doing what UFOs do best and that’s being unidentified. the UFO’s being novices at this UFO game don’t usually do very well, this pissed off the UFO novices and decided to attack God for being unfair to them and not giving them a fair advantage to their name.
After a few hundred years of dispute over this, UFOs got their name changed to IFO (Identified Flying Objects). This made their life easier and they took a whole new take on things. Much like history on repeat, everything starts again as if it has repeats itself, almost bizarre. The IFOs became smooth and suave; these tiny spaceships began wearing suits, drinking espressos, driving top of the range ships. They soon became out of fashion and then got swatted down, becoming shortly after the swattage, extinct.
Jaws and Monta asked for help from the bar, about what to do around Livingstone, They knew the area pretty well, always got brain blocks when coming up with things to do. They decided to take a walk walk walk, and take in the sights sights sights, as they walked walked walked they realised that things will never be the same and things rearranged. They were happening as they walked, they went where they wanted to go, buildings changed before their eyes. Livingstone was breathing and growing. They were upset by this, they then realised they were only there because they wanted to be, listening to hip hop on their boom box, the non stop beats dropping, they decided to strut down Livingstone giving it their all, they walked till they got bored, and decided to fly elsewhere.
They flew to the next best city they knew where to go, Chicago. They were singing on the streets all the guys wanted to be them, all the girls wanted to be with them. They were living the high life, spending money like it grew on trees, (in which, the paper comes from.) After much competing from Mr.T and Columbo break dancing under a bridge of the windy city, they lost, Jaws and Monta went out on the town to drown their sorrows in fine wine and chips and curry.
They woke up the next day Monta had a pool of drool from his ear, and Jaws was hugging a 10 inch TV screen. When they got ready, they decided to hunt for big foot; they borrowed someone’s car and told them it would be back by 2, they lied, especially when the car blew up, combusted with them in it. Big foot walked past laughing, staring at the wreckage, and just moved on.