This story takes place a long long time ago into the future. It takes place on the singular, infinite day of the empty stadiums, paladiums, classrooms and gymnasiums. Making bacon, breaking records, shaking baking, rumblin and bumblin. The story is about a character who needs bread to get bacon, but no bacon to break to get bread. Can't break or make, so he takes, from yours, applause. The day of empty stadiums, paladiums, unseated in in millenniums, craniums......
Science Fiction Story: Do you like science fiction?
What's the last Colour between yellow and orange¿
Singing in the rain!
I wONdEr, who is that¿ Russell Pigeon?
Personal Logo on Behance - I especially like it because these are my initials too