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Lift Your Head Again And Try This
Blong
Swallow flapped faster. Flix Flies flap rapidly, and even more when something sinister is at hand. The inconspicuous letter was sending a very suspicious vibe. And Swallow could feel it. Unfortunately, Swallow couldn't say a thing, and just flapped faster. Blong had no idea why Swallow kept doing that, though much injury could have been avoided if Blong only figured it out. He simply assumed Swallow needed to pee.
Blong approached the letter with as much enthusiasm as a goat being milked. With deliberate movements, to ensure all his limbs were in working order, he picked it up. Swallow flapped faster still.
"Damnit bird! It'll smell here."
He cut the letter open. And it rained outside.
Haven't played soccer in some time now. The MET department persists in being inaccurate. Maybe it's the weather.
British Grand Prix coming up on Sunday. New Mclaren, and it seems to be faster than the old one. But things aren't always the way they seem. I've learnt the hard way.
How long can you sustain the creativity?
As long as wonderwall is still one word.
I have begun to play the guitar reasonably well. Flying fingers furiously on the fretboard. And bar chords don't hurt as much anymore.
Song: Spitting Games - Snow Patrol
Poetry In Static
I broke into your house last night
And left a note by your bed side
Thought
Two "experiences", and none worth it.
Till next time...
Eat Lots And Lots Of Chocolate
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