butterflies don't fear death that's why they enjoy life
Hello Reader,
I am finally back at my small town, yesterday was a long and very tiring journey which included the plane ride and a long night drive afterwards..I was not able to sleep on the plane and when landed here it was raining terribly, it took some time to drive outside of the city to the relatively empty roads...the drive through the city was not fun because it was rainy and there were probably crazy people driving back from their Friday night out possibly drunk...I was not able to write to you about the last day I had over there...it was a marvelous day, over there as you might guessed I wrote to you whenever I could and mostly it was the morning before I headed out to do stuff over there, so the things you read happened one day before and at that instant...this day I am going to talk about to you is Thursday...It was really a magical day... I went to this place on a top of hill where there are very cool (expensive looking (very very)) old houses that are painted to different colors...the houses were cool but the park they were surrounding was cooler...in the park I sat on the grass under the shade of very old mighty cedar (I believe they were cedar trees)...by the way I hugged the trees whenever I could over there (literally)...over there on the grass bright yellow and black colored winged with an orange button butterfly was flying, I raised my thumb and called her to come and land on my thumb....and she did it...then she flied away and I called her again "come here beautiful come land on my thumb lets be friends" and she did it again...I spend a lot of time sitting under the sun like a blossomed flower to summon (attract) a beautiful butterfly to land on me and she landed on me whenever I called her...it was magical...all day was so strange and beautiful where ever I turned my head I saw a beautiful detail or my lucky numbers or a message of words of love and light...I guess when you open yourself truly to the majesty of the moment you get these "priceless bounties" as presents. The last time I summoned the butterfly I gently kissed it before letting it go...I made friends with the trees and butterflies there reader....probably you would not believe me but I have a proof... please see the photograph below...these are the words I have wrote a little bit earlier today...from here forward is the part I wrote after I picked up my dog from the sitter...She missed me terribly my "Black Betty", the minute she saw me she jumped on me and licked me...and dragged me to the truck to go back to our home...she's been like another dog...probably she is being a very good girl so that I don't leave her again...its sad...she is following me around like my shadow... she has a great separation anxiety...reader I have bought myself paw waving cat's from China town and I was happy as I would be if somebody bought me this when I am seven years old...they are solar and work when its sunny or too much light now they don't do any action except for smiling at me...I smile back whenever I see them... my beer has a good foam...ooh this is the third different time line I am adding more stuff in this entry....its around 7:45 pm now...at some point I needed to cook eat and put the dishes in dish washer...my dog is sleeping in between my legs and she is farting here and there...I can tell from the changing smell at those times...I gave her too much cheese to spoil her...it looks like she is lactose intolerant and bloated... that's all for now..here is a poem formed from unrelated words and meanings...very lousy indeed...maybe you already guessed yesterdays and today's poem was about that magical moment...help it smells so bad here...
liquid bowl magic mine scraping wood electricity really banned
slide house on green lime road authenticity belly shunned
rock blouse potty dragon growth bloat wait rally cornered
free cheese hammer fire slime flood connectivity shanty metered
black beard harpooned a big ass red heart with love recorded
small farts squeezed jargon oath paid folly groove wanted
butterflies don't fear death that's why they enjoy life worded bold
King H. Ironson
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