I had this meeting at the City/County Building. Walking down the blue star dust hallways there were goats and vultures, people were beating kettle drums, short Jewish men were clashing cymbols, people were burning inscence, lighting opium pipes using sterno cans. An old woman kept gesticulating at me. She accused me of causing her car to catch fire.
I had to talk to some one. I had a problem with a ticket. I was aked into a room. Everyone was wearing paper beaks. Some of them where big birds. They are going to send me an e-mail.
As I exited the halls, like a snail, portly accordian players sat in folding chairs. I've become morose.
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