Rise and shine!
Like cereal, real hunger killer.
All grain all filler.
No need for fiber.
My time is iller.
I dive with pliers.
Down under still earth.
The fridge won't budge.
You be the judge.
Is it just too full of food.
Or too thick layers of unplied dust.
I think I must.
Write just a few lines before.
I download comics, take a walk.
And on my studies progress more.

https://youtu.be/UadVysMZ90k

Don't usually like Lil Wayne, but this tune is a typhoon!

Today I claim the thirtyseventh level!
Woot Woot.

-21C today, the sun shining, it feels a bit chilly.

My computer tells me it's the fourth of Zero, but it seems to me it's going wrong by just about five hours, thought I'd say Happy New Year when the new year is here and happy, but I won't be here to say so in five hours, I'll be out throwing fire and celebrating the dawn of the great new almighty ten! Lots of expectations, goals and hopes for the coming day, and the 365 that will follow. For one thing they've promised another week of real winter, IOW at least -10C, which is a real delicatessy here in southern Sweden. Usually it just snows and melts and everything turns into a big muddy mess in time for spring. How about you? How are things looking on your side of this square planet? Anyhow, Happy New Year!

Hoo

And a Happy New Year! Just a few days in advance. ;P
Santana na na na na.

Hmm?

UPD: That gray color was the background color on the old layout. JICYW..

Done. Here's my real blog.
I am a native creative. I dream in visions and in phrases evasive.
I need to write, it feeds me might, enlightens me when I sleep at night.

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. . Poetry . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

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Little ones free, large ones for pay, $10 per page, have a great day!

. . Change . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

They climb above us
They creep below us
They sweep us of our feet
The deprive us of our sleep

They walk by our side
Keep us awake at night
Let us see light at day
They snatch the nightmares

Away from our souls, and onto paper
And they will return, maybe, later

And then it all ends
And then it all goes
Away Away Away
From Me

Poetry by Me