Is flying a kite 'like the gusting spirit

Is flying a kite 'like the gusting spirit in you which you hold down earthed and so rising up on a taut life line?" or is it just flying a kite? You and the wind as one?

He once felt kites were enough to really connect,but now he needed something more.He needed to be the wind...Maybe sail,or windsurf or...yes!Kitesurf!He bought a

scratcher for Aunt Martha. Crazy old dame. Part boozehound, part con artist she could talk a roll of quarters of a cheap dancer. Aunt Martha would tell him what he needed most.

Aunt Martha pleaded. "If you want my special huckleberry crisp, be a dear, go to the package store and get me a fifth." Her nephew always fell for it. She opened the freezer.

A deep sigh escaped her lips. "Looks like holographic meatloaf again tonight", she said as she put the dish on the counter to thaw. She wondered how long it would take the police t

The magister ludi was looking for her and stuck her inside his coat pocket. The scavenging mutants were unable to locate her and climbed out of the bathroom window. Boris was there

offering himself in her place. He was dutifully shot by both camps. The game was getting too thick for the magister ludi but she still had a trick or two up her sleeve. She doubled

over, pretending that she had been shot, not him. There was confusion among both camps as they tried to ascertain whether they had killed the magister ludi, who was thrashing about

wildly on the floor like a platypus on LSD. Did it really matter, in the end, who may or may not have killed them? Everyone shot each other daggers. Literally. They were all dead.