Tonight in my dreams I saw the money virus.
It glowed red-yellow-green and had black accent for his graceful verschwurbelten genome.
It said nothing.
But the inspiration of the dream shop told me, "Look, that's it look,"
But even in dreams can come mistrust, and it was so.
"What, this cute thing to have brought this to us?" Wondered my dream brain.
"I do not see anything slimy, nothing Grindiges, no gout, no blood stains, no nicks, not even pustules or even an orange peel! The money is to be the virus? " (more ...)
