Prophecy

Mushrooms and colorful pillows

fry my brain like and egg

for I always had one leg

since my good perspective willows

The predictions of my voodoo

glimmer my totemic mask

sometimes strangers come to ask

what the serpents of Candu do

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Strange Fruit of Paradise (Part Three)

“This was nice. We can meet again another time and have more fun” said the girl leaned to the right a bit in a charming little bow.

“Sure, we can go to places.” answered Ovolon.

“Yeah, do things! Explore the meadow. Discover the whole oddness and the rareness and... and the indulging personalities that we'll meet” she said and her voice gradually became a murmur and her glare drifted to the sky lost in the reverie of imaginative possibilities. “Anyway. Good day for now”

“Have a nice trip. We'll meet again for sure” smiled Ovolon and did a courteous bow himself.

She waved at him and turned around taking the road to her home along with her blue friend.

Strange Fruit of Paradise (Part Two)

For a long moment they stood before each other staring in silent blinking of the eyes. Ovolon had indeed quite a few sagittarian ages to witness such a beautiful sighting. I totally wasn't expecting this, he thought and suppressed a feeling of instant elation, turning it into an unnoticeable shudder. Her hair were long and curly and delicately covered the better half of her breasts. Just enough to awaken primitive instincts in his mind, which were asleep and forgotten since when, even he could not remember. He noticed her gaze was in a way a mix between apprehension and curiosity, but she too seemed to welcome this unexpected meeting.

Christoffer

Christoffer came back today.

I saw him in the cracks between the door and the wall.

He had come for the first time sometime around May. I noticed him on the wall behind my desk. It was only for a moment when I saw him, I blinked and when I looked again he was gone. He must have entered through the window blinds, it had started to get hot these days and I kept the glass open most of the time.

That night I said it was just my imagination and went to bed, ignoring the little cracking sounds I kept hearing before sleep took me. Must be the dogs in the yard turning around in their cage, I thought.