Tuesday

the stage is set,


the lights are on, a fanfare starts up and on marches monsier boule with his case..

out pops...


from the inner depths of his luggage, this mime man pulls out a pot of magic mix...

hold it..


to take that wafer thin spere in the hand... possible?

got it..



everything's possible..............

pop pop


where's it going now...?

gulp..


it^s on the tip of my tounge.....

in the palm of his hand


as the game continues, the bubbles appear, pop, pop, and then one big.. let the dance begin...