by AntonDeShawn about 1 year ago
What can you do in ten seconds? Where is the world going to? How quickly can you build a wall to Mexico and who will be the last to place a stone? Questions like these will not get us anywhere said the policeman but if we stand together then no mouse can slip inbetween our shoulders and we can finally eat all the pancakes we ever wanted to, with or without maple syrup. I thought he is really going insane, because we were in Alaska and since the sun never sets it is very bright and how can you make pancakes when it's a very bright sky outside? and who is hungry anyway? I am writing letters to my friend Marissa instead who is not really my friend and they're not really letters but you have to do something when it's as sunny and as wintery and as insane as it gets up here. I don't remember when I slept and every night I keep coming up with these stupid but intricate stories as the one above. They seem to write themselves. I send them to Marissa, but she never replies because they also have sun in California but then they have beaches and she is lying there, of course bare nakes because that's what she is into. The next story I will write does not have a funny looking hillbilly policeman in it and no wall to Mexico but I think it will be in French and there is a guy who is kind of a hitman but he is also very slick and he never gets caught and when he looks in the mirror, nobody looks back. One day he goes to the countryside to do a particularily tricky job and what does he see when he gets off the TGV? jean-Pierre Melville greets him heartily and asks if he wants to perform in a movie. He will play himself. Vas te fair enculer he replies and takes out his .22 He gives off a merry shot into the air and proceeds to unwrap his baguette and eat it while he looks Melville in the face. Then he faints.