Thursday, September 24, 2015


Over the six decades of his life, Lohbado ate so much food and drank so much, he began to dream of a cosmos made of food, a cornucopia emanating from a hole in space. He woke up laughing, went to the kitchen and ate some cherries. He stuck in a thumb and pulled out a plum and said what a good  boy am I... little Jack Horner's paradise. A voice scolded: Lohbado, don't play with your food!

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