BLOB
Hello Dear Reader,
Last two days I don't feel very good
Really I cannot pinpoint the reason why
I feel so uneasy, even though I get my sleep
It feels like I can sleep for 24 h.
Feel like a semi-solid substance
like when you put on some rigid ground I am going to slowly
loose my shape and turn into a puddle of substance
like a pitch tare
very viscous yet fluid
sticky, fluid but like solid
like a
BLOB!!!!
Meeeeeh...
A gang of ravens scared of the birds they are hanging in my garden...
they ran away when I came to backyard...
they even scare the squirrels
all the sparrows are hiding because of them
even they scared the robins away..
If I sit under the gazebo ravens run away and all the other birds come and use the fountain and the feeder..
So I will sit in the backyard for the small birds...
I can feel from their chirps the small birds especially the sparrows are so frustrated..
little rascals I love them...
don't get me wrong I like the ravens as well
but they are too much domineering to the other birds and creatures in the backyard...
Here some sour Kraken Poetry...
In hush where there on feces
On tall or wine worms
On hospitability sin hour tenses
Mend tar has pot...sour paddle, gong.
King H. Ironson
Or call frond met
Lust man cold hence
Saps sin hat slaps
Rot should fell a cart
Is eye owe very may
Sass tour nay
Cut ever stomp
Is end soughts
Pope yeah hour there eat
Hike a tale sell apart
Lease pome race
Pale hemp guild bate
Game nerd verge
So might for hay
King H. Ironson
No pall surround me
Rust sane cold hence
Saps sin them lads
Who should sell a vart
In sea young very lay
Sap pour year yay
Shut ever stone
I sin laughs
Hose sour wear pear shit
Slime at tare well shard
At ease torn home
Gape hell cum where
Plead err guide hate
Sand submerge
Foot height say.
King H. Ironson
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