A day
A good day. A fine day. A sunny day.
Fighting with my aged neigbour in the morning over our dog who is not allowed to enter the old neighbours yard where she keeps her rabbits that she will cook for easter. Or sell. The aged neighbour is the village businesswoman, sharp, cruel and greedy. Her rabbits are hard value. Fat and fluffy. Although the fluff is irrelevant since they will be easter dinner for half the island.
Our dog doesn't have a certificate to be "free". But her chickens, they do. If our village was the earth and the animals its citizens, Aris, Our dog, running in the olive groves wild and free is about as highly ranked as an Afghan man passing the U.S customs.
Aris is a "Terrorist" on an airplane. Rabbit cages the twin towers.
So I informed my wicked old neigbour that "sure, he (Aris the dog) has been seen to snap a chicken or two when they( the chickens) decided to make use of their privlige as holders of a European Union passport.", And I assured her that she can "kill the dog" if he bumps into the rabbit cage ONE MORE TIME. I give great promises. You can trust me.
A fine day.
Home exam agony. Haven t used my flattening iron in a month. Great opportunity!
I Want to see a friend.
A good one. One of very few I have in this place. She is on my wave length. We share it. Share it all.
We ate lunch in her yard and then had strawberries for dessert, red mature strawberries. Drank red wine in the spring sun.
It was warm and the wine went up to head and colored my cheeks. Or was it the sun. I could even take off my shirt. And made my skin red.
The chickens. The turkeys, The pigeons. In harmony around my friends house.
Why can´t Aries get along with aged neighbors rabbits and chickens? Why does he maybe have to die soon?
A good day. A fine day.
Tomorrow they "promise rain".
I dont give a flyin f***k.
Listening to Lily.
Aris has the easter bunny on his mind that´s all.
Fighting with my aged neigbour in the morning over our dog who is not allowed to enter the old neighbours yard where she keeps her rabbits that she will cook for easter. Or sell. The aged neighbour is the village businesswoman, sharp, cruel and greedy. Her rabbits are hard value. Fat and fluffy. Although the fluff is irrelevant since they will be easter dinner for half the island.
Our dog doesn't have a certificate to be "free". But her chickens, they do. If our village was the earth and the animals its citizens, Aris, Our dog, running in the olive groves wild and free is about as highly ranked as an Afghan man passing the U.S customs.
Aris is a "Terrorist" on an airplane. Rabbit cages the twin towers.
So I informed my wicked old neigbour that "sure, he (Aris the dog) has been seen to snap a chicken or two when they( the chickens) decided to make use of their privlige as holders of a European Union passport.", And I assured her that she can "kill the dog" if he bumps into the rabbit cage ONE MORE TIME. I give great promises. You can trust me.
A fine day.
Home exam agony. Haven t used my flattening iron in a month. Great opportunity!
I Want to see a friend.
A good one. One of very few I have in this place. She is on my wave length. We share it. Share it all.
We ate lunch in her yard and then had strawberries for dessert, red mature strawberries. Drank red wine in the spring sun.
It was warm and the wine went up to head and colored my cheeks. Or was it the sun. I could even take off my shirt. And made my skin red.
The chickens. The turkeys, The pigeons. In harmony around my friends house.
Why can´t Aries get along with aged neighbors rabbits and chickens? Why does he maybe have to die soon?
A good day. A fine day.
Tomorrow they "promise rain".
I dont give a flyin f***k.
Listening to Lily.
Aris has the easter bunny on his mind that´s all.
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