Lifeless or life is less without a Cava
- Filed under: Champagne
- Date: Feb 1,2007
“I don’t
know much… you know I love. Let me be all I need to know…”
I don’t know
if that was the exact words I’m singing in my mind.
They just
popped in like nick-knacks in my head.
That was
because of little CAVA in my blood that made me peed 8 times in one bottle.
Lifeless without a cava.
Been wondering what my future holds. Either run out of Cavas or global warming. Oh no! My dream stone house hasn’t yet any pillars and my mini golf course seem somewhere on the mountain. Darn those old whimps sold my first house! More whoring inside Click… Do I need to go
back in the farm to see what I can do and stay there to live with the ostriches
and horses? I am wondering how many horses I got now. Is mother Rhino healthy
or baby mochee a grown up? I miss my horses! Like I miss paint brushes. I want
to smell the paints and colours how they were back in the farm.
I know
someday I will have my own humble empire.
“You need an Idea how to get a good Cava? If you are a big time Cavalli like me, I will tell you! Go get your own Cava fitch and never ever run your fingers on my cigars!” 
PEACE!
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