I told a pigeon oceans away, i told a traveling swan. I warned a hummingbird some time back, that very day I confessed to an understanding penguin. I was advised by and wrote a contented budgie, and messaged a wise otter. I synthesized and agonized with my house cat. In earlier episodes, I sought refuge with a steady horse once, and leaked my pain to a pretty fawn.
So if you would like to know- first the horse, then the hummingbird, next the budgie, then the fawn. Next the pigeon, somewhere in between the otter, the house cat. and the penguin, finally the swan.
I told 9 individual souls, about the calabash and the spilling bandung. The calabash wasn’t made for bandung, but a long time ago, the people who made bandung, remember calabash. The bandung won’t stop splashing the ground in pink puddles, the calabash grows porous – letting bandung flow. The bandung summons everlasting liquids-
Posted on September 15, 2010
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