The woman walked down the aisle holding her

The woman walked down the aisle holding her daughter's hand. The woman said wearily "We are not buying food for imaginary people".

The cashiers huddled together, whispering, "There's that woman again, holding her arm out. Who is talking to?" Her name was Rose and yes, she was certainly insane...or

was this Crazy Rose "The Voice" heralding the Messiah's 2nd coming? Crazy Rose gazed @ the whispering cashiers as someone who "knows." She held out her arm and asked,"Where are the

chickens? Where are the knives? What's an auger got to do to get some service round here?" "Poultry and ironmongery, 2nd floor," snapped the cashier. Crazy Rose "The Voice" tottere

d because she'd drank another fifth of apple jack. The cashied bent the microphone to me and said, "Say the first thing that comes to your mind." I said, "Excuse me?" Then she

flashed me her spectacular breasts and I let out with: noodles flowing in a void in a pattern of leylines as old as love's triangle. Then my body shaking I lifted off into the fire

Skills. I needed to count the number of clouds lying next to me. Mr. Sun and Mr. Moon were simultaneously playing my piano. I vaguely recognised the music from college days.

"It's cloud's illusions I recall," I sang to myself, "I really don't know clouds at all..." The clouds heard me singing and dispersed like a flock of pigeons. "Okay, zero clouds,"

I shouted to all the sunbathers who'd waited for the summer sun to shine. It was like watching bacon fry, sizzling bodies everywhere. God I love thongs!