Was it the double dating? Was it the happy hour?
‘Letters go clubbing!’, ‘We’re all tens and you are number one!‘, ‘Yeah, keep ’em coming!‘ They shouted at the guy behind the bar.
Everything was going great. At 11.30p.m.
At 3.47 a.m., spirits had shifted.
E turned to be a lousy tipper, and kept saying: Read More
Back in the days, a year ago, I tried to fight global warming for a while. Both by nurturing carbon capture and by eating local, very local.
I failed after countless attempts to motivate them at day 23 of project plants in pots under my command. The parsley gave up on me after a week and the mint, well, lets not even go there.
The basil was the only one still standing, until the snails got him. Read More
The Wind tried to console Dune.
She had sand in her shoes and that was uncomfortable, in the long run.
He patted her back and stroked her hair.
Blew kisses in the air.
She started to cry.
‘You idiot! Blisters is one thing but now I have grains of sand in my eye!’
‘Kiwhy?’
‘Kiwi.’
‘Kiwhat?’
‘Kiwill do.’
‘Kiwho?’
‘Kiwhom…’
‘You f-‘ng grammar-kiwi.’
It is not o.K,
If I,
Am left out of WE
Sweet tears of sugar,
Fermented fructose fun,
Overripe and great skin?
Kiwis staring at the sun.
Sometimes all you need is someonion,
to hug out the tears,
open up the heart,
and grow leaves together.
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