Siesta Fiesta

Prancing delicious niff swirling under the dampened nose. Full condensation beckoned. Lights blinking with drizzling drizzle. Cool smog soothed the night. A crustaceans delight. Chillies in might.

And a group of wicked ghouls and a cat who ate every single thing within sight.

Keh keh keh.

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As the kompangs thundering its sinister, so I was there, smiling like a 14 years old on her first ganja journey. It was a fête, which Malaccan are known for their hideous bantering. Dondang sayang, pantun, toll gate money. Heh. Sheer merriment moments.

The splendid fireworks roamed the night. Splashing sparkle of jubilant splendour. Illuminating the dimness. Chasing away malevolence fortitude.

Delirium is just a word human can fathom. The rest, i'll keep it in my cerebral soul.

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The atmosphere in La Bodega was like a flickering rainbow, plunged in concave ravine. Copiously indumenta the generic phantasm phantom. The familiar faces of lovely divine. Laughers are every where. Strings of rhymes, mesmerising the ears.

Smoke it like chimes, happiness is not a crime.