Today is Wednesday, the 9th of May 2018. It's a cold night. And the tea tastes like iron tonight, all metallic and bitter. But it is not really a cold night. In fact this really is not even night and a very warm spring.
* Why are you always contradicting
what you are saying, dude?
- I am not saying anything, llama,
I am writing.
* You know what I mean.
So, dude, why are you always writing all these
opposite things sometimes in one and the same
sentence?
I am too tired for one of our discussions, I think to myself. I am too tired tot hink about thoughts and things.
- Do you know what contradiction means, animals?
* Sure do, dude. That's when you squeeze things
together like a rubber balloon or something like that.
Maybe the animal is right. Maybe we all have to compress our contradictions some time.
* But your tea is still bitter, right?
Maybe the leaves were too big and too green.
Should have smoked them, I think. The best brown leaf in the whole Eastern Shire.
* What's your quest, dude? What are you hunting for?
- I don't know, animal. I don't know.
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