The Streets of Milieux, Late Thursday Night
It's rainin' squid! Hallelujah, it's rainin' squid!
Coffin danced. It pranced. It leaped and grabbed hold of a lamppost for a joyous twirl before landing back down on the sidewalk. Or, more correctly, the tiny, wriggly creatures that littered the side walk.
And, all the way down the street it was here a squish, there a squish. Every where a squish, squish.
Coffin had found Paradise, and it went squiiish between its toes.
Coffin danced. It pranced. It leaped and grabbed hold of a lamppost for a joyous twirl before landing back down on the sidewalk. Or, more correctly, the tiny, wriggly creatures that littered the side walk.
And, all the way down the street it was here a squish, there a squish. Every where a squish, squish.
Coffin had found Paradise, and it went squiiish between its toes.