Wednesday, January 7, 2009

We Came to This Earth - Juan Roberts

After the blue fireplug leaks peanut butter onto the stiletto, we all must partake of the drama between the South and New Delhi. There is no actual reason for the hostility driving the price of oranges, because it messes with the dessert served at the Hotel Atlantis in Hamburg. I love their poached egg breakfast -- luscious. Try it only after an early morning poetry ride around the lake and then a deep tissue sneaker.

When you look out of the basement window of the hotel, the first thing you see is the Hollywood sign just past this 50's styled roof. The road is windy to get there for real, but if you take your time the water will stay cold and flavorful ... just go slow behind the ice cream Jaguar.

If anyone has an idea of how to reflect their breath through a windshield, hit me back at creativelunacy@aol.com. I love to hear the remote crank the book of Matthew, chapter 5 -- it cleanses the toes so well.

So, in closing, don't add bullets to your morning entourage and be sure to speak to the lady sitting on top of the bus stop sign -- she needs someone to be nice to her. Stay strong, live long and make peace ... without hair grease.

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