Februaaaar ... Holde readership
I must here again
times to word report.
For the states that are not here to rule muse needs.
I go to the barricades. Hence work I can not!
I think it is up to this month.
February.
Februaaaaar!
alone, this name sounds so, as if a cave stretch all fours because he suffers from lack of oxygen.
Februaaaaar! Thus, even an elephant could listen with digestive disorders.
I am glad that today is the last date on the Februaaaaar.
March. That sounds a lot better, right?
Määäääärz! Mähähähärz!
This phonetic expression is seen but equally playful young sheep jumping over a lush green meadow.
March is vital and spring-like, Määäärz latches to Wäääärme and sun.
How great that tomorrow is March.
My landlady has the Februaaaaar-Koller and that carries over naturally to me and my muse activity.
For once, I have to connect these loose small-time writer in the butt, so she finally opens the lock word. I had many ideas and brimming with imagination. And what does it do? Yawns at me and says they must draw a line for the first instant coffee in the nose. The word
schmid in looks to the time when it had been run over by an armored brigade.
She is so tired that they paint on her face until the morning, before she recognizes herself in the mirror. The concealer to the dark circles warps fled into the deep furrows on the eyelid or is the next vehement Rubbing face smeared in the lacrimal glands.
Recently, she pours the boiling water directly into the coffee glass. With the puddles of water from a teaspoon of extract, it proposes itself around no more. Before consumption, this thick brew one may appeal, under any circumstances. Do you know "Chuckie" (this killer doll regular)? "Chuckie" is a sweet little cuddly bunny in comparison to my hostess before the first caffeine boost.
Then she sits in front of the computer, and groaning, "What shall I just schreiiiiiben My brain is leeeeeer?" The
can I deny not, but what can I do? Without them I can not work. And I have so many unwritten sentences in my fluttering sleeves. So I
Whisper words of him in his ear, her thoughts weave in her hair and bubble plumes Ideenfederchen her face.
"Get lost, schlaaaafen I want!" pimped this ungrateful woman.
"sleep at night when normal people sleep!" I holler at them.
"At night I have to think!" yells back. "And I'm not normal!"
And again - I can not deny it.
I threatened her with strike. With the boycott. With a terrific riot. But the word
schmid in tears on her foot and there is such a powerful attraction that I hold myself to the door jamb to make it more me not in this Abyss pulls down. Honestly, the fires of Mordor, a slender flames are against it. She yawns. Extensively. Repeated.
"It is Februaaaaaar!" spit them at me. "Wake me in March."
And I'll do that! I am moving ever to the sharp stilettos and I practice my kicking foot, so that the passage which I will miss it tomorrow, really missed a lot of momentum.
-inspired greeting,