I am now going to a cenote, or underground river. The trip over is long, but luxurious on my gold-encrusted llama. I need water, so I drink from my platinum cantine. The cenote is approching; I get ready to jump in, but a hoboe is guarding it. I recognize the hoboe and his face drops. I throw a giant wad of cash at him and he falls backwards into the cenote. He misses and hits land. I see a little blood but there are signs of life. He moans and swims away. "What do you have against me." He responds with three gunshots that miss me and some indistinct drunken fury. He's long gone by now. I decide to jump in. As I fall, I realize that it looks like crystal, shimmers like diamond, and sounds like the static of a T.V. It seems familiar, comforting. I splash, ignorant of pain.
I think that this is a fun thing to do every Wednesday and helps us learn while using our creativity.
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