dada collaboration I

Into the clearing she ran, panting, the howl at her heels.
"Tang? Like the astronauts?"
"So, you see," Sheila proclaimed, "that is why I chose violet for the
bedroom."
"Lettuce or onions, but not both at once. That gives me gas."
The bell rang once, twice, then stopped.
And then Christmas passed. She forgave everyone except the old one with bad shoes.

The desk clerk seemed sleepy, or drugged.
Well, that sounded familiar, Shelly thought, in a very 1960s British-mod
way.
"Louise just shut her mouth then. I mean, really - what could she possibly
have to say to that woman after what she did?"
When the shiny little tin animal fell off the shelf, Lance felt the sound in
his veins.
"I felt like Mr. Bojangles except without the dog and stone cold sober."
"Lick it, stamp it, and throw it in the mail."

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