Little Frog's Brothers - Slaves and Masters
This march should have been the beginning of something. It feels like more of the same all over and over and over again. And the band keeps marching on.
There is something in the air and you don't know what it is. Or maybe we do know what it is and yet we deny it. Denial is the reason of our time. It is definatley a bad resin.
What can we do when the Marchhare and the Mad Hatter are keen to have another of their tea-parties? Keen to party, not keen keeping the the required distance. Dancing on the ceiling over the edge into the abyss of doom. Playing another round of Russian roulette.
Change in subject… Going for a repeat… Maybe, maybe not… Lucy Fer… Someone told me she bought and moved into apartment 1 on the first floor, left hand side.
Are China girls always from China or are they sometimes made of china? We are all made of fur - at least we all have got and are covered in fur but sometimes it is invisible. And sometimes it is not thick enough. Let it grow. We have to let it grow.
And the fortune cookie says,
We go together like milk and cookies.
Today is Tuesday, the 16th of March 2021.
🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨
'Keep on doing it the milky way?' the antagonist asks.
'Are you trying to establish a catch phrase here, protagonist?'
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