The enlightened one entered a supermarket. “I seek a people united, life and liberty.”
“Aisle 3,” said the cashier.
General Giap entered the supermarket. “I seek Bao Dai, Diem Bien Phu arrangement.”
“Aisle 7,” said the cashier. “Half off for Nguyen Cao Ky.”
Sun tickles poor American left to decide fate of crackers. Ayn Rand prepares turgid remark in high relief, to spell out the whistles of populace. Mr C. M. Hoo waves to China. Uncle Ho waves to U.S.
“You have temperature of thousand degrees,” said Doctor to Sun. “Cool!” said Sun.
Ho Chi Minh was once one day. The centuries always heavy. The countryside contained the pollen count of China, Japan, and France. It was strange to seed the day. After the tangled flaming of jungle, it was strange to seed the day. Everyone was sorted into united people. The manifestos began at the pace of resurrection.
“People dead is the opposite of people dying,” said Ho Chi Minh, in the super, in the market, in supermarket.