HAPPY FLYING ANIMALS
(film text)
Pretty much this life's just a readout of
Time and of Circumstance. I met the masked
man of the calliope, the Ferris brothers, and
that girl at the carousel. Cooking all this bread
is time consuming; the communal oven is lost
again - morass of time too. Injection molded
lantern no lava, lava no lantern. At the head of
a pin, Athena Hawks and coffee sombrero. The
idea was to have everything working by noon.
Trashing the Harlem landing. The mental keyboard
works best. My horror nickel gripe : from Rotterdam
to Regensburg with nothing in between. Funsters reviled.
The big bosses are in town. Remarkable suggestion -
idea - leaving so much to the imagination, the most
aggreeable child of life goes home alone. At the
contagion office, coyly. Make a point for space.
(I am not a chicken).
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