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Sounds good to me!Tore, I'm going to buy you some new buns, maybe some like Hawaiian bread buns or something.![]()
Now that folks is what a derail should look like! Bravo...Bravo.I don't like it when people sneak up on me while I'm dancing like a crazy person.
Also, "once a turtle, always a turtle". That's important, I think.
It's raining carrots outside my bedroom window. Suddenly a knock comes from the ceiling below me...I never knew hard wood floors in the summer could feel so decedent beneath my feet. Did I mention it was raining carrots outside my bedroom window? If only but for one fleeting moment I knew bliss. The sizzle. The crack. The snap. The pop. But never in that order. I truly gave birth to thoughts that never severed ties with my heartstrings. This is why I think I toss and turn most evenings. It's those blasted carrots,rough earthen stained skin scratching at the stomach of my windowsill like a cat scratches Grandmother's ball of yarn...that orange yarn...so bright...like those carrots.
LOL..it's total mind vomit heeheehee..but thanks..I suppose it should have been in "streams" but it fits "derail" nicely too.With the right set up, that's totally poetry.
LOL..it's total mind vomit heeheehee..but thanks..I suppose it should have been in "streams" but it fits "derail" nicely too.
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It's raining carrots outside
my bedroom window.
Suddenly a knock comes
from the ceiling below me...
I never knew hardwood
floors in the summer could feel
so decedent
beneath my feet. Did I
mention it was raining carrots
outside my bedroom window?
If only but for one fleeting moment
I knew bliss.
The sizzle.
The crack.
The snap.
The pop.
But never in that order.
I truly gave birth to thoughts
that never severed ties
with my heartstrings. This is why
I think I toss and turn most evenings.
It's those blasted carrots,
rough earthen stained skin
scratching at the stomach of my window sill
like a cat scratches
Grandmother's ball of yarn...
that orange yarn...
so bright...
like those carrots.