Plunging into darkness, there is no other way. In the tomb-like silence, the mind begins to stray. To roam, to roam, to roam, or does it simply sink; with neither light nor eyes, one might just be hoodwinked.
There was a young man from Slovakia who wheedled his way into the mafia, but he couldn't run smack or conduct a "whack." So, he trafficked fake caviar from Sofia.
I walk past row on row of granite stones. The grass is usually freshly mown, but lately vegetation doesn't seem to grow, and so, I kneel where seeds have been sown.
a cold, rainy day, but the green grass thrives -- well-watered / air fresh
There was a cafe owner from Helsinki whose coffee shop was often called "dinky." "You must pack them in -- the fat and the thin -- to save on heating, not to be kinky."
An Italian chef living in San Ignacio invented a cereal he called Nazi-O's. Be careful which way you spell sobriquets so you don't make ignoble, San Ignacio.
It doesn't need wide open spaces. It doesn't need direct sunlight. No bark-wide chasm through the tombstone -- Gardner, leave that tree alone. Hey, Gardner, leave that tree alone! All in all, it's just another fig in the wall. All in all, we're just a bunch of figs in the wall.
There was a young lady from Tallinn who'd go to the beach, but not swim. "Baltic beaches may be brisk, but swimming adds the risk that you'll leave behind one or two limbs."
There was a hasty driver from Lopburi who wasn't fond of the residents, furry. "Get off my damn back about the macaques, they lollygag whenever I'm in a hurry!"
The island's rocky columns rise upward. Its gray and green was tiny, but now looms. A giant jutting rock that stands on high, and shades the white sand beach and coral sea. This island will be home from now 'til doom. One's gratitude for fists of sand first swells, but it will crash in time with tedium. Could a sea death beat solitary life? One lives and dies by coconut water -- day after day - week after week, and dreams of company and comfort food, while knowing this is hell and paradise. What prison is this island - place unknown - that like Schrödinger's box shrouds life & death?
