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Anything Blueberry febrúar 17, 2008

Posted by herraheri in Mr. J. Squirrel Phd..
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Yesterday, the weather was quite bad for cracking nut. And I also could not find the inspiration necessary to work on my thesis on nuts (as you know). So I jumped around in the park, had a few Martinis (and maybe one or two dry gins) and wrote a little poem. Although, it might sound desperate to some readers it is a twinkling monster full of lust. But read yourselves. Sincerly yours, Dr.Squirrel Phd.

Nothing is as anything seems, scare,
voice pondering through the nasty trees,
hurt wood, rotten despair,
hope bleeds and its hair is sprinkled with tears of the wind.

Nevermind, cheer up, some cake?
Blueberry, maybe some plums?
Did you ever read Williams? Elliot? I show you fear!
Screaming and Edward Munch is reluctant to preparing hot milk with honey.

Whatever. Any ever. Snow is silent,
a prism of perception, anticipated by rain.
Shift perspective and run the engine.
Whatever they say, stay
away from Blueberry cake.