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I was walking home and had just finished crossing a road. I found myself approaching an old concrete bus stop, the type of stop that has character. The old timer, who has a million stories to tell and knows all the tricks to keeping you sheltered, unlike these new fangled fancy bus stops of glass created for the sole purpose to look cool and display ads. Beyond this shelter I spied an old lady who looked ghastly pale with dark, black pineapple rings around her eyes. It was at this moment of summation that I felt pity for someone who appeared so ill. As I finally passed this panda bear grandmother I noticed, to my astonishment, that her eyes were full of trickery and covered with glasses. The pity melted away in no time and once again I was left with the lingering thought of nothing.
Today I saw and heard a musical instrument I can only describe as a hip-hop box. It must become my hip-hop box.
The guy said it is full of springs and stuff, but I know better. It is full of wonderment.
When I heard it played I was stunned. As a friend of mine once said 'This is the face of flabbergastation.'
