Tag: pipes
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Smoktober 11 They sails to the wild coast, then the forest, deep and darkTo see the old talking tree, that grew pipes from his bark“This is one of mine, I am not cursed, so you’re mistakenMaybe you should assume that your pipes aren’t the problemBut something else that is for you condition to blame.Although I’m…
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Smoktober 04 The next morning came. The old sailor was still smoking. It was not painful or anything but became quite bothersome.He went and asked several physicians and good doctors. None could help, and all were baffled by his condition.As the days flew away, the smoke got thicker. Maybe one of me pipes is cursed?…
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Pumping City Drop by drop, fluids are pumpedThrough the tubes, through the pipesFrom the city belowTo the machines aboveTo what purpose? No one knows. *** Plic, ploc, plic, ploc, les pompes pompentLes fluides de la citée basseVers les machines des nuagesPourquoi ? Personne ne le sait. Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook / Porte-mine sur carnet…