Fiction Campus
PROSE: Promotion

Love of white pigeons. Up there the eternal snow roared the sky. The sky was glare and pretended to keep a secret. Happy without feeling. Unconsciously the same time as when I woke up. All dream paragraphs. The moment of my speech read as true madness. Wasn't he? That's reckon.

The sky pretends to store happiness, uncertainty, and even inedible light neighboring planets next door. There is a bureaucracy that suppresses the heart style. The fingers are no longer the same. Fruits I think have succeeded in making humans parasites. We need vitamins. The apples that the full-blown boys picked yesterday were really enough to forgive.

I want you to receive a little promotion of me on the story, "The Milky Way Cats." The dialogue is pliable, thick, sweet, and quite chirpy. Here is the stupidity I present.

"What dialogue should I reply to, isn't your brain full of flying fish imaginations?"

"Hm, I'm so confused about the true nature of humans like you. When several centuries I was on earth, without me realizing the land above the sky was no stranger to this ear. I'm a little surprised about Meo the stray Egyptian street cat that's stranded in the trenches."

"Actually who should we make the main character of this story, Nyet? I guess ... Meo would rather bury himself in the Egyptian desert than adventure with us. It would be better if we asked for one of the human babies. He must have seen the face of his God glimpsed in the Milky Way sky. Do you agree, Nyet? Or do we need to save Meo first at the Trench?"

"Don't ditch, his misguidance is making him suffer now, he's confused about having to choose which dream is now back in the sky, or to Egypt where now it's been filled with long-brain predators who are greedy for entrails."

"I waited for your information long enough. I thought you were gonna give me a long message from Earth. Turns out you're still taking care of the humans in that toxic room. Nyet, how about you kill yourself for a minute so you can get back here quickly? I'm gonna change the name from Buu, to Boo. And you changed from Nyet, to Monkey. I want us to connect with humans. End to the cold war in the superpowers is our goal."

"Warfare is only for those who are blind to the eyes of the heart, for now I prefer to adventure looking for how I can die even though my body still hunts hundreds of locusts in the safari park now.

"Are you still locked up and a circus toy in that park? Then how do you get out there and save Meo, our main character?"

"Can you describe a bit of that situation? Em, I mean ... how does your love form end up being hateful? Can you tell me how a human made you fall in love and dropped you off the ceiling?"

A little scribble from the pen that I consider to be suffering. Dancing fingers represent the heart because the stiffness of the lips is too naive to say the country of origin. There was a pattern to the wounds I received, whether willing or forced.

Need to give thanks for the love banquet I got or made, as well as the pain I'm receiving right now. Until I was crazy and longed for the sky where the jugs were, the fish in the sky I easily reached.

"A dozen black Meo like him can be that stuffy. But jugs in the sky? What do you mean, Nyet? Isn't it just us and the dolphins in this galaxy? How did those jugs get to the surface of Earth's atmosphere? Nyet, you're making me dizzy now."

"It's been about that later I'll describe a little so you can understand, which is the problem now that I'm a little pee. You just stay where you are and don't move while you wait for me to come back."

"Lote, you want one? This is a kind of lontong made by Alfamart girls on Earth. Yeah, I'd like to exchange some money on the planet next door."

"OK, Mum. I went on about a glimpse of the sky jugs."

"We increase it so that it goes into the codes of the Milky Way, we break it to the ceiling, let it rain and the residential cats get sane. And they can cook water in cages."

The foolish talk is two different creatures of destiny, sending each other information, amplifying signals, and no longer forgetting each other. Any information is always withheld if one forgets. Friendship with any monkey, will be very interesting for Buu. A person with the quality of reason in the first heaven, will not be able to find anything like the two of them.