Ήταν μια κρυα μέρα του

Ήταν μια κρυα μέρα του χειμώνα, όταν ξύπνησαν οι σκαντζόχοιροι και είδαν όλη την κοιλάδα κάτασπρη!

Οι σκαντζόχοιροι γδαρμένο στην πόρτα. "Θα έχετε μια μπουκιά να φας; Είμαστε πεινασμένος." Ο ιδιοκτήτης τους κάλεσε σε ένα υψηλό τσάι με βουτήματα &

Τι θα σήμαινε να πω ήταν κοντά, τώρα, οπουδήποτε και αν είστε πιστεύω ότι το Κέντρο δεν πηγαίνουν για άλλη μία φορά σας ανοίξει την πόρτα

To be honest, some folds are all Greek to me. I'm adrift here on a wide Sargasso Sea of nonunderstanding. Maybe some randy little eels swimming all the way from Europe could help

explain what the Warsaw Pact was about, and warn me that Magic Roundabouts really do exist before I add to a fold. Americans are so deprived. All we have are hamburgers & big cars.

And what a hollow life that makes for the sheeple. But they are so acclimated to it that they are blinded to the reality of life in the post everything era. Utterly pathetic.

Post modernity had died with the Macarena, which is to say, it still lurks on the darker areas of the Vapor. The Zeitgeist these days was so hip that the second somebody named it

, it became passe. So the hippest thing anyone could start had to remain un-named for fear of it's untimely demise. A series of hipster gestures was developed to refer to any new

idea, drug, or sick dance move. That was, of course, until gestures themselves became uncool. The hipsters crumbled, and with them, the world.