I guess we all change sometimes. Some for

I guess we all change sometimes. Some for better & some for worse. Here's a story of a rich boy Tony I knew for many years who turned into a stitched up boxer with cauliflower ears
and cauliflower brain cells. Tony retired to his mansion's harp room late one night to compose a theme song, music to jump a rope to. "Blast my cauliflower ears! Every note sounds
in the scale of Vitamin C major. He wanted to compose something dark, with lots of flats and sharps. He wanted 'music to jump rope to' to wring hearts. But he was a cauliflower.
He was a cauliflower in a field of Sun Flowers. Locked in his bitter dark world he could only imagine what the sun felt like.
It had been so long since he'd seen the sun. The Pig Wars of 2025 had taken everything from him and now he found himself alone in a concrete box - buried in the desert. Somewhere,
but nowhere. Unbeknownst to him, the concrete box buried in the desert was the best possible place to be, surrounded as it was by a time bubble that protected him. He craved
Raisinets though, and one day he could stand it no more and hammered his way out of the box. The desert around him had turned to glass and at first there was no sound, not even
the harsh scrape of diamond on zinc that he was once so used to. Hand deep in chocolate movie theater candy he struck out across the barren waste, unconcerned about the raven that
Craved his gourmet treats. Mr. Raven and his ravenous appetite for Chocoholics were well known. This inspired great literature , as you well k LW from English classes at school.
The noise overcame the message and no communication took place between them. They did both acknowledge the attempt by not sticking around to answer unwelcomed questions. --fin--

Started: 2013-10-20 12:49:49
Finished: 2017-07-06 18:15:04

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