Mittwoch, 1. Oktober 2008
Bonnie blue, bloody heart, crying elves and sneezing trees
rivella, 02:05h
“You sneeze like an elf does cry“, he had always said.
But he had said just as well, that the Infant Jesus is making cookies in the red dusk, and when I eat chocolate and don’t offer Susan a bit, the bonnie will get a blue-bloody-heart.
Bonnie, a blue-bloody-heart?
Once I saw a crying tree. Resin was thickly pouring out of the seventh annual ring, and that sight had moved me more than any blue-bloody-heart-breaking-envy-evil face of red-wept Susan ever could.
He consoled her, but saddled my horse. Admired her sleek curls, but scribbled on my pants. Back chairs he explored with me, but adored her chastity.
Bonnie, a blue-bloody-heart?
She’s blue-bloody hearty, he’s bloody blue, and I am just blood and blue. I was. Now, I lay down: frigid in the fridge. Colourful pictures praise the freshly-frozen content. And when I sneeze, no elf does cry any more.
But he had said just as well, that the Infant Jesus is making cookies in the red dusk, and when I eat chocolate and don’t offer Susan a bit, the bonnie will get a blue-bloody-heart.
Bonnie, a blue-bloody-heart?
Once I saw a crying tree. Resin was thickly pouring out of the seventh annual ring, and that sight had moved me more than any blue-bloody-heart-breaking-envy-evil face of red-wept Susan ever could.
He consoled her, but saddled my horse. Admired her sleek curls, but scribbled on my pants. Back chairs he explored with me, but adored her chastity.
Bonnie, a blue-bloody-heart?
She’s blue-bloody hearty, he’s bloody blue, and I am just blood and blue. I was. Now, I lay down: frigid in the fridge. Colourful pictures praise the freshly-frozen content. And when I sneeze, no elf does cry any more.
