Thread: Continue The Story

me...

At a small, street-side bar, someone was ringing the bell which hung...

...from his enormous erect man-like appendage.

From the inside, one could faintly hear the rapture of those of a bygone era.

Those whom speak of hardship, need not not comprehend what passes these days as...

soon passed, the effluent proceeds through open...

windows and doors and pours onward to...

walking street mingling...

with the other effluent, namely...

the various flavours of mafia that are.....

Strawberry, apple and banana

Mint, Flower and Om, whos...

flavours are various, indeed, and mingle with...

feral odour of fresh sweat as...

the evening romps on in all its...

confusing mishmash of sound...

and fury, signifying nothing, except maybe...

half the soi eating dinner while the traffic..

whizzes by and the soi dogs gather near...

howling their accompaniment to the singing blind beggars....,

led by their seeing accomplices, who...

constantly cock a

microphone in the face of...

russian bride seekers that want to

roam the streets all night with stiff...

long cinamon rolls protruding protruding gayly from ....

from under a sodden and stained