he had the perfect plan to feel that same old flame again

he stopped by the café for the five o'clock small talk: nothing had changed on that particular day. an old man was screaming saying everything has failed and two dogs were pissing on the bag of the mail-man. he smiled around for he was popular, moustache and lemon after-shave, holding his cup of coffee with a gentleman's hand.
he got a package with some goodies, special occasions every thursday night, he phoned his wife and he said "honey, i've got you a surprise!". he had the perfect plan to feel that same old flame again, same old love affair, same old long ago, lost in the vacuum cleaner. that package in his hand was more than just a little thing came out of a dream discovered long ago, late night on tv Shop. he made his way back home and wondered if there was a spy in the sky, someone who's making a movie of his life. on judgment day a crowed cinema, for his own opening night, showing his misteries, dark secrets and a couple of crimes. "what if there's really something like this? i've always heard voices inside of my head! i met an old lady who knew what i was thinking, you see!?". and then the thought about this dear wife: did she deserve a better man? but in that package there was something to make her smile again. he had the perfect plan to feel that same old flame again, same old love affair, same old long ago, lost in the vacuum cleaner. that package in his hand was more than just a little thing came out of a dream discovered long ago, late night on tv shop. he had a shimmering dimmering colored dingaling, one of the best in the world!

j.p.s.