Pepper mustard mornings

There's not much I can say about this one, so I'll leave it say for itself...

“So, I flipped a switch some-when, but couldn’t remember more than frogs dancing in their doom, unaware of anything but their found wanting that leads them ever closer to the pinnacle of their lives in the pond of where they are... Oh.

Am I only a nemesis to my own betrayal, thought I about my life, a piece of the moon pig, the baroness of doom. Are there eyes of love hidden in me?

You are my eternity, my destruction. This way is only of doorways and lostnesses. Like the throw of the dice, or the rolling wheel of fortune. All is lost, and found in you. Who are you?

The sky burnt down Sunday the gods of it all but I came too late in this huge place some affair.

Just sit over there awhile will you, there’s a good girl, while I howl, commanded I to Sundown Sunset who had just come in to see me after dancing all day in a green field.

Going to blow some blue now. This thing is too huge. Throw out thunder like fire-balls.”

“Is this the place where Persians grow beards very long. Where the yard-stick is a thumb and stumble-bums sing in the choir?” asked Sundown Sunset, as she went to make some tea.

“In the pepper mustard mornings, what else is there?” said I, and began to howl.

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