Patate Days
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The Epic of Vieux Patate
Farewell Old Pat
The Old Potato crossed the worlds, then the white light transformed him
Hodgepodge à la Patate
Wherever you smell, it smells rancid. Something is rotten in the state of Earth.
Pockatoo Cockatoo
Why do I feel the tyrannical urge to rehash the past excesses of Vieux Patate?
Vieux Patate Unmasked
He left the city, he left this world too, he left without leaving any address, he never had.
I Patate
Everything you said about me is false, shameful and could not be heavier. I’m hallucinating.
Patate Ways
The days without Vieux Patate have gone down the drain. I forgot all about them.
Potato Hot
Potato Hot, yo, like a French fries stall. Hot as embers, the blessed beggar.