Sushi Lunch

Chapter 5

I remember many years ago
 I used to be the Black Cat
 of a Pretty Witch, She loved 
being sit behind this F50 RS6000
IBM machine, typing Magic Spells
 for Social Entities 
  with Organic Databases.
One day She got hired by an
 Insurance Company to write
  a program for Crop Insurance.
There were a Hurricane threatening
 the Sugar Cane Crops on 
  this Tiny Little Country.
I said:
 Do it with Ruby from a Mac
  with the Wind_Snake gem installed.
She said:
 C'mon thats for Cute Origami Web Apps
I said:
 Set the Snake on an Origami trap.
She Said:
 "Hurricane Electric Blowing bits
   Sweet Tiny Shores, Coral Beach".
Do you think that's a good start
 for a Perl Script Header Comment?
I said:
 Probably a good title for a jazz composition.
 Sounds like you are programming tourists 
  to board cruise boats to Tahiti instead.
  
I went to the sushi place, she started to wax
 the F50 processor.That's why she liked that machine,
she used to do that before starting a project.
I think she saw herself as Dukes of Hazzard's Daisy
 waxing General Lee before the next episode.
like if programming were like driving
 a Dodge Charger across the Desert Plains 
  to an Announced End; after the Begin; Line.
  
She was a Powerful Witch,probably that's why 
she never got a boyfriend and talked with 
her cat.While being sit behind this powerful 
hardware, writing line numbered novels for 
boring robot-souls, living in Black Boxes 
keeping the novel intention in turn 
for the free amusement,feeding a dream 
perception on the other side of the story.
  
That night She was writing a program,
I was wondering why the Number One 
on the Orange General Lee,
Charger Car as a Flag of a Death cause,
Always on the Run improvisations,
 Never Surrender Attitude.
Then I started thinking , Why this guys never 
use the door, always jumping from the
outside to the car seats, like if they 
were skipping a frame of the story.

Is that true that there's a Universe where everything
can be solved by driving around? I asked her.

She didn't put any attention and kept doing what she was doing
I took the last sushi piece, it was late and starry night, 
strangely we got hit by thunder.

WindSnakes are not friendly beings, If you ask them for
attention they give you wisdom, awful sense of humor.

That's how I became a Sea Snake, the perfect rebirth
for a Spoiled Sushi Lover Cat, hunting octopuses
 in a turquoise reef lagoon.

I think they lost the crops that year.