At dawn by the sea, some bright raindrops seem not to be tumblin' down to earth.
The good friends John and his livelong compagnon Utopia... together on the by moonlight kissed beach,
both sharing a simultanious wild laughter after a terrible bad joke(détails about: follow later),
they are waiting for a hitchhike at TricksParty 2010 Lommel.
"In a few minutes He'll be here", says Utopia, "I smell the wildly odeur from Nag Shampa, Roscoea Beesiania, Tsitog and Musk."
John knows something will change in about 69 heartbeats.
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"Coucou!!! Hello dear friends, are U ready to race into Lommel?"
"°#^#@ & *°°* #^***", shoult both verry verry verry big surprised friends.
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Utopia roars too the twinkling raindrop above John's wildshaking head: "Wellcome dearest friend, I hope U brougt with U a nice fresh lump Yeti? I am suffering an empty stomach, John ate all off Northsea-Lobsters I had
caught since we're here paitiently waiting for U".
"Damned U idiot, lower U're decibels. Do U really wanne be shot by any sleepless trophyhunter on anabolycs?", Requests John with a short crywolf.
"Stand close together now my friends, yes and more for U Utopia. Allright now, here we go...", sings the voice with a choir off 365 mermaids in the matrix from that bursting raindrop.
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"So boys, here we are", says Dalai Lama. Whyle he holds John & Utopia straight up by their broad shoulders.
John: "Wauw! That was quicq! Don't U likewise think as such Utopia? Ugh!".
Utopia: "How refreshing is the whinny off a horse, when the load is taken away from his back?".
"Allright guys, I spotted our host over there. He's setting his glamourous tent. Let's go and give 'm a helping hand", commands the Dalai Lama.
"Nice transportation U got us with, this way. Shanged U're previous mobile for this one?", relegates John the theme, "I presume this one 's not made in China?".
"No Chinese rubbish Ever!!! I left my Atge in Lazare in a good hidden place, usefull for my friends there in case off emergency...", murmurs the holy wise man.
"Let us join our polychrome friend, he's sitting now and drinking an alcohol-free bio beer, I see and smell", growls Utopia.
"All right my 4-legged thirstily impatiant anthropophagus", teases John his friend Utopia the Lord off FabelTigers.
"See, Frank has discovered us, let us join him", orders John.
"Wel wel welcome my dearest friends. The right way to find it comfortable is to forget the exact way and to forget that it's advantageous", laughs Frank.
"The agitated does not move on the spot where it is, neighter on the spot where it is not. The flying arrow reposes. Dear Frank.", completes our Dalai Lama their secret peace message.
"Great! Utopia, I see U're hungry. Before U detect any vulgair human U wanna kill & feast in this area... I & some kitefriends have already come across with an impolite, incredibly insolent and racist man... I have a fresh seal on ice in the trunk off my car, follow me...", suggests Frank. And disappears together with Utopia behind his tent.
"He's permanently cautious versus the almighty tiger, ever since that memorable night at Deventer", reminds John in silent thoughtfull words.
"Allright. Guys, now U're here all together whyle Utopia satisfies his sparkling tastebuds. And may I admire and say... I observe U are in very pretty digsuise at this occurrence, dear Dalai Lama. How shall I call U?", maintains Frank.
"Holy nosy! Frank, the sage has no desire to emit his value & worth. Anyway, thanks for U're gingerly compliment. U and everybody else here will name me 'Mélany' and I come from Paris and live and study in Wageningen", narrates the Lama with gentle nozzle lips from his newest magnificent disguise.
The one and only heartwarming thing Frank recognizes is the profound dancing couloured lightsparks in the twinkling eyes behind the world-famous spectacles...
"Good, Frank, we'll leave U now, take care for Utopia, we go and walk and meet and say hello to other people arround here. See Ya!", decides Mélany.
John had tapped carefull Lama's flank, because Frank had started to hallucinate concerning the Dalai Lama's newest disguise. Together than they went promenading around on the large kite-area,
while Frank extraterrestiall hypnotized takes his trickkite and goes training amongst other pilots, meanwhile consumes te great tiger his feast, lying in the sunbeamprotecting shadow from Hugo's large tent.
It's late at night now.
Mélany has gone into her tent to read in her prehistoric rock-crystal the important global events.
The German and Dutch and Belgian pilotes are having a intimate party.
Hugo, Nils and Els are playing 'Abalone'. John is reposing on the flat roof from a windmill. Utopia is hunting savage rabbits for dessert.
Frank, yet woolly and heavenly surprised, is taking pictures outside without flashlight, however startling observed that he's overwhelmingly discreet peeping at Mélany's moderate inside light from her tent... ...
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Saturdaymorning early after sunrise are John, Utopia and Frank having a capacious breakfast.
All 3 together have already practiced their Tai Chi Chuan and been swimming in a lake filled with pleasant turquoise water.
Utopia couldn't resist a rude pike, the fish was blaspheming our orange-striped giant, so the tiger chopped
within a breath that pike into 69 small equal slices and fed himself together with frolicsome swallows.
Everywhere are now pilots climbing out off their tents.
"Goedemorgend, Gutentag, Goodmorning", sounds in echo's arround the sunny Tricksparty-field.
Some Dutch pilots taste their first bottle beer off today ...
"Well Frank, what's U're planning for today boy?", asks Utopia.
"I have really to practise a lot with my kite. But I will take all my best kites out off the bag,
assemble them and put lines on. I wish that the Dalai... sorry Mélany understands that I'll be most off all in the field and training my ballet...", stutters Frank.
(To Be Continued Soon.)
Words & Conception by Frank De Deken.
Registered at SABAM.
