luckypernie

2010 is coming to an end. The news papers calls it "year of catastophes". Always so dramatic. I live in sweden. We don't have catastrophes here. Biggest one must have been when someone wrote the book "The involontary monarch". Wt..? Is he a human being? That's it, I'm flying south!

Better go Amsterdam! Bring saffron buns, legs of lamb with horseraddish cheese, but leave the sheets and towels. Douglas Adams will never forgive that exhortation.

Good ideas come at night, half asleep. The best thing to do is to wright them down.

Computer, note book, mobile phone

pen, paper, scissor stone

As long as you get whatever has gotten into your head down and legible.

vegetable.

For Christmas? No.

Meat.

Trick or treat!

...

Trick indubitable.

For a trick is as sweet

as any treat

it lasts longer

unless your treat is a bottle of bear or something stronger.

While crossing the road he got hit by a car 
Poor little creature, did not get that far

He lied down in the snow, already dead
deep frozen, beautiful and red

I did not want to touch him, he surely was covered in germs
left on the ground, to be fed on by worms

With a leaf from an Asp i grabbed the diseased
to prevent the corpse from being maimed and squeezed

"Oh, trepidation" his head was tattered
some lumps of the brain all smashed up and scattered

The uncongealed grease had frozen to glue
I would have to use force to complete the rescue

"Now is when others would give up and bale"
I thought as I started pulling the tail

Halfway through my rescuing mission
a vehicle was approaching, this was his vison

Something furry between the asphalt and a girl
still stuck I was now wrenching the damn squirrel

Then with a "pop" the cadaver was unbound
he flew through the air before hitting the ground

My duty was fulfilled and a new game created
Toss with little rodent, or whatever is striked and inanimated

The end



Saturday morning after a buisy week, because of illness I'm dizzy and weak
During my breakfast I was fighting zombies. Enchanté

Me and Alicia sitting in her room
Peeking through the window, silent as a tomb

Suddenly behind us we heard a dreadfull cry
We flew up woundering wich one of us would die

Armed with Alicias broken guitar and printout notes
we went out in the hall hunting for the evil ghosts 

I had no plans on meeting the dead
 therefor I fled and yelled "take her instead"

"You can't catch me, I am locking the door"
 unaware I was hiding in the room from where we heard the roar

The phantom screamed and attacked me from behind
His long and sharp nails scratched me and made me blind

For what is terrible and wrong I do no longer care
My eyes a closed and that is moore then I can bear

I am condemned and there is nothing I can do
I will forever moan and haunt the loo

Hunger and war is gone in eternal night
The rest of the world disapeared with my sight

I strongly recommend you to be aware of the toilet ghost
If you leave my bathroom filthy I shall make you into human toast¨