Tuesday, 23 October 2012

Gibberish

 Yesterday : "Find me a fallen star. Go, go, run and lure out that fantastic lore. I want to fall in love, see; So lure out that fantastic lore". 

Today:  "What fallen star? What lore? Love (?) - don't you know it is all  but a fantastical myth :  woven by the dazed bards, with golden sands and silver webs, laced with shiny stars and sparkling rainbows? Don't you know? "

 Save your head, she said. It is quite useful to have around. Throw out all that rubbish. Wake up, life is no dream. 


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