Monday, April 13, 2009

Polite Tornadoes


Albert Finney was the architect of this other world I lived in that looked a lot like the moon except it had oceans. Tornadoes came in through my front door and went out the back. Al ruined the place by picking up old cruise ships with cranes and dropping them on the land to dispose of them. We needed to figure out somewhere else to go.

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