Let us lay by the river side. Let us fall in the land of Jordan. Let us call it suicide. Let us gather the sparrow's feathers. Let us gather them all. Let us deny that we pray. Let us call the Almighty. Let us weep in the raging river. Let us be swept down to the ocean. Let the sound of hell-fire run at high tide. Let us pray that we are free. Let us bow our knee. For my love this land is stained with our blood. And still...
Morning,What an absolutely absurd concept.The very thought of it makes me shudder.It makes me confuserated,Cranky and spitting mad...Mad at what?People, just being.Noise, perpetuating.Friction, being all frictious,As is its wont.Give me a nice afternoon any day,Warm and cosy in my bed,For half the day, that’s the life for me,Arising only when rested.Afternoon is my natural morning.It allows me to avoid confrontation,Madn...
