Guy was walking down a steep path towards the Sea trying not to fall forward he clung to a tree stopped and talked briefly to a passing man ... who was reminiscing about how it used to be... Guy asked him his preference between then and now the man chuckled and said before.
The Next Night Guy would dream... 'Just wish for it' Just wish for it' and anything would come true but be careful beware the demons.
He sat for hours... in his beach chair staring ....... A sole mega yacht passed.... The Missing Link... owned by the big wiener people.......... he presumed, he snapped a photo as the sole paparazzi on the forlorn beach.
He could see the highly polished wood that was inside a rag and can of lemon scented pledge furniture polish due to modern technology sent to him in a flash of pixels illuminating before his eyes... ..... from his offspring's pushing of a few buttons.......... 1500 miles away..... this the present technology Guy imagined how the indigenous people of 800 years earlier would have been astounded and as well when the winged silver tube went past full of snow white beings with blonde red hair.
He walked down the beach... a little man came out of the sea in yellow shorts of mixed blood descendant lore ... he could not have been more then 5 or 6.. he extended his little hand.... Guy looked into his face and saw that of a little old man...
He high fived the little boy then took his little hand and shook it then said.. Amigo...... que passo............I am the big fat white man.
and it was over.... except for the remembering that changed him.
It has always been the same as far as Guy knows...........
The majority of genius my opinion changed.
Written yesterday..." See how it Works"
Shall I call on the future?
I just thought things.................
What if Guy never hit Send or Publish?
Some Doggie and Me.
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