Le chalet de Pero-Ximo

C'est la place où on mange des mouches noires avec du ketchup sauvage. Mais ça serait pas drôle si les mouches devenaient géantes et qu'elles voudraient manger parce qu'il faudrait se cacher des mouches et vivre en cachette

18 mars 2007

The Odyssey that the Greeks did not do because we are not Greeks (Part 2)

À lire avec un GROS accent français After, the pigeons were kicked.  And the Italians were unleashed in the streets and go in the same museum that we were going to.  The statue were still also greek-looking, but Proust was looking at us and the trains was disappeared but not the clock we had make picture of it.  Then, we were in the garden, eating with a look to the people a lot there not far.  The sky was sunny so our eyes were closed to see around.  The Champs Élysées were unclosed to the lot of people in the place and Walt Disney was there with the toys.  The pigeons were kicked, but not by all the people and nobody was kicked by the pigeons so the bread is solid.  Then, the Kiki the True were all there with the costumes and the no-costumes but not all the same size to all the Kikis.  After, it was like a brother to the ourson that is a Kiki older.  The sleep was there because of the early train for the castle that is to be visited.   Then, we go to Javel to change the train but drink no water of Javel.  The castle was luxuous with decoration.  We were obligated to ear the explanations to understand, but the plants were not yet totally alive now.  The frog aroud the water was changing into a man, or the contrary but before, we saw birds in the water.  But the pigeons were not able to swim, so they died.  The others birds liked the bread with no rocks.   Then, the train was rolling to Paris and we saw the God was in the Towers of the church with his eyes that are there but we could ear Notre-Dame singing by the voice of God that is in the towers.  The pigeons were kicked again.  Mr. Jones was absent.  Then, Disneyland was there.   We drank coffee.  After, Disneyland was gone.  God was always there to see us.  Then, the pigeon's head was kicked by the bottle Myriam was holding.  We walk near an igloo that was hot.  After, we went to a place full of nothing.  The man who was playing with the fire was doing nothing so it rained.  But the Kiki was still in the hotel and the Mister in the hotel was still jocking for the key.

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4 Comments:

At 9:12 a.m., Blogger Nicolas said...

I understand.

 
At 10:34 a.m., Blogger Zuti-Floke Huju said...

This is good that your are capable to comprenish.

 
At 11:16 a.m., Anonymous Anonyme said...

Chinese! Chinese!

 
At 3:27 p.m., Blogger Zuti-Floke Huju said...

You are chinese, so you don't know the drum and bass! Come on, go kiff with me at my giga teuf!

 

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