Odd Walking Thoughts

How long does one hang before each drop of good is drawn? Let us disinvite. ¬†Can we trust hope. A small ice cube slides at the bottom of your glass. It slid because you tilted. Can you ever tilt the same? It’s no matter. The ice has melted more and it can never be repeated. And isn’t that greatness.

Odd Walking Thoughts

Drink the wine little boy. Drink it. Look at the lines, little boy. The box fills you well. Have you run along the walls? Have you opened the front door? A man walks toward you. Climb the curtain. He wants a question from you. The man. With the purple. We can’t tell about the purple because it’ll give it all away. A boy finds a marble. The marble is clear with a stripe. The boy asks the marble, ‘What color is this stripe. I can’t see colors.’ The marble replies, ‘Watch me roll. Watch me spit into your mouth the color I choose while you scream for help. You’ll do nothing.’

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