Ten years ago it was pretty hip to be out of tune. It was sort of a way to express one's individuality and uniqueness. Now the times have changed, it isn't hip anymore, false tune is out. Out, period.

When you look at yourself in the mirror, it's as it had never been. Your eyes are far, your mind is too, you see your skin and it cracks, it scratches too. The aches, the pain, and your hairs are dark. You've got black hairs, no blond, yes blond. Times change, you too.

They had a few years before of them. The crew was prepared both physicaly and mentally, they had enough citrus to fight scurvy, they knew the prize they could expect if they did make it alive until the end of their journey. They where sailing around the world, and the seas go away.

Red with little black dots on the back, she flies through the skies. From one flower to another, she bounces and bounces up as a fly. In a few minutes she will meet the crow. She then will still be a small lady bug but dead.

Hell yes, you bet. I'm in.

Wooh that felt good. Riding and cruising across the lands, driving in a straight line, the slow motion of the cylindrical idle, the purring and the growling where only symphony to me. And I forgot the best, the wheezing of the turbo, fast and nervous, all my mind needed where four wheels and a turbo.

Right here in the savannah, there where many Lions and a panda. No, not Zebras and a panda, not crocodiles and a panda, not elephants and a panda, not monkeys and a panda, no, but maybe giraffes and a panda. No, just kiddin', it was lions and a panda.

Anyone that sold little seeds in the twenties was automatically catapulted to the higher ranks of society. One of the prosperous ones was named Sam. It was Sam the sesame salesman.

Impossible! It is impossible to have you be freed when you get eaten. You're a trained city oyster, you will never be able to be happy in the open sea. For a sea molusk, oyster heaven is geographically limited, in an aquarium, oyster heaven in an aquarium.

The animals only come out of the darkness at night to drink at the pond. The predators are however not asleep, and the risk is high for one to come out of the bush and satisfy his hunger. But all the animals want is a sunset and a kiss.