5/07/2006
napoleon had a feast
i had a dream last night. there at the top end of the table, with a full spread of the best food, napoleon sat with a wide beaming smile that his eyes appeard as two slits. and i could see sharksfins over flowing and dripping out from the corners of his mouth. and so were all his comrades from animal farm. all as big and well fed as pigs were supposed to be, and shouting aye, aye to everything napoleon said.
after driving out the farmers, they had taken over the farm and feasting themselves like the farmers used to do. the good times were theirs to enjoy.
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cherche says:
Ok. Sharks' fin? Within Napolean Bonaparte? He probably had blanquette de veau, champagne and escorgot with all the shells and garlic dribbling out of his mouth. And he was a short man- he was probably sitting on extra cushions with that perpetual hand stuck in his lapel, surveying the tableau of Apollo on his ceiling.
cherche says:
Sorry, can't resist posting more. Ole Nappies probably was thinking of commissioning an artist to paint Apollo in his likeness... Whilst mapping out a mental structure of the bureaucratic government which he so benevolently gave to all his prosterity and which we must now be so grateful for all the shit ass problems it gives us. Btw I don't think his lackeys stuffed their mouths alongside him... After all, he had inferiority complex issues and would prefer to be on a horse.
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