Bullet41
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Joined: May 22, 2005
Location: Bracknell
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Sixth of June 1996
Diary Entry
I walk in a room with a book not too far off and an ear next to a camel.
At the time, I was a happy chap and no imagination was neither stressed nor owned.
But this was before I beheld such an odd couple; a shoe on a table, why is this?
But still I was happy, very happy.
There I also saw a pack with a joker that was ‘stoned’ and the table and the shoe rolled along.
(I walked away.)
Then I saw some salt
And that salt also saw a cracked mirror.
The salt looked at me and said ‘what’s wrong? ’ But I said nothing to that thing I just
Walked away.
While I strolled, one lone magpie came my way attired friendly.
He said ‘what do you want? ’
I said ‘another world war’
He laughed at me and it was then that he knitted blood.
Then a mother came to me and I asked her for a drink.
She spitted as she heard me speak.
She said ‘who are you? ’
And I said ‘what does this matter? ’
‘You’re a fool! ’ she cried ‘never should a narrator voice his heart’
I came closer and said ‘why shouldn’t this be? ’
And she said to me ‘you can dare the superstitious mind but nothing shall come from it’
But let me tell you this dear Sammy I knew nothing of what was said, I never did. |
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