whats raging through the town at 3 in the morning but a butterfly in a white silk dress screaming for the noise and traffic of the cars and clubs buses and computer hubs. its looking for the dust that settles on the edge of my nose. looking out at the suns horizon with magnifying glasses. the butterfly exclaims "what a beautiful place to live! What a wonderful time to play a game...." and with that he asks to join our game of hide n seek. Disappears, no trace, no squeak. The butterfly leaves us with his sarcasmin this desolate town he called home. It fluttered away disgusted "how lame, i must leave, i must leave before yesterday!"
