Little girlie: leave those toffees on the carpet; i got some chocolate more bitter and more sweet to give you, for now listen...
At the hour when all the porks boil alive in the kitchens of Switzerland, and the semaphores got paralyzed down to Tunisia, a nutty pianist plays at the edge of the blue casino...
S-something floats in the lake: the man who passes near is driven insane by its ray...
...8:57 p.m. and the sun occults his summer hair behind flaming Fiats: the pianist keeps on playing spanish suites from Flandes for the migratory flamingos at the candles light...his hands are getting crystal illogic when...
Wait!
Jacki dear; in that moment of horreur and crimson curtains, a huge Mozart-viper appears from the bean-esque bottoms of the lakey bottoms of the lake!
:Are our nerves ready for such a grim fact?:
Are his eyes...plata?
PLATA.
Hahaha!
The tubular citizens of the french Switzerland point all their thermopsychic pistols at the two-headed beast, that emits a twisted waltz of Vienna in low-frequencies non-stop.
...The massacre is on: the boa-Amadeus comes off his lake, crushing down the pacific swiss citizens.
Even their eyeglasses.
...His legs of lamb are, oh so huge...
In that fucking moment, when the casino was ready to succumb; the eyes of the massacred crowd shouted of surprise: from behind the beast-Amadeus, 11 winged souls appeared and started to cry and cry.
They cried a river, such the gnarled viper of Sinaí.
The tears did run to the lake.
And the lake did burst in laughter.
...And they were white and yellow, like Klaus Kinski in Calabria: all the schoolgirls blessed them with their floating skirts and their buttocks from the bridge: the eyes of the big viper became panic and japanese cow; before...
...Before blow of emotion in 93 pieces; yes.
From your skies, 90 harpists-neanderthal sang an ode to Neptune over Ajaccio in the morning.
The pianist was absorbed by the souls towards the conch of the ultima Sagittaria.
World in peace.
The phantoms of lake Léman.
