Thanks for Thursday

If you know who you are then I don’t need to tell you.
Just like waterglass I need a lot of motivation, otherwise I’m very stable stationary, I’ll do exactly what I did last week and it wont take any effort at all. That’s an example of Newton’s first Law right there.

So thanks for the motivation;

Thanks for the steak and salad

Thanks for the friendship and fire

Thanks for the anime and alcohol

Thanks for the marshmallows.

Springtime of Youth

Now is the Springtime of Youth.

Understanding brings empathy,

Just as iron sharpens iron, 

in proximity

people assimilate people.

Imitate therefore, people better than yourself.

Learn their will, make it your way.

People like people like themselves.

To be young, hang out with youth,

do what they do.

Ask why? Experience new things, Be amazed to be alive.

And grow evermore, each and every day.

Have a go at anything, give it your all.

But be careful, look after yourself,

mistakes are to learn from and trials build character.

Once the past has past it's history.

The future is to far to fathom.

 The present is a gift, so share it.

Now is the Springtime of Youth.

A Rhyming Orange

Nothing doesn’t rhyme with orange,

something rhymes with nothing, 

or everything. 

Even nougat noodles rhyme 

with nothing 

better than orange.

Monday mourning, perished parsley.

Monday a mountain moves miraculously, maybe mud will flow.

Sliding down slippery slopes to valleys secreted below.

Rumbling the rocks rise from their recluse, rapidly revealing a red radiance.

Gently the glow gestates, gradually growing graver.

Assuredly the azure sky abandons its abode as the ash advances in abundance.

Serenity slowly surrenders to the sound of something sinister swelling.

Vermillion vegetation vibrates vigorously. Verily this vantage point should be vacated.

Perhaps post-humorously the parsley will be placated?

Below is this inspiration for this text.

About a castrated male sheep

Whether the weather is cold or
whether the wether is hot.
The wether will weather the weather,
whether he wants to or not.

King of Alcohol

Kings shouldn't drink wine or have a craving for alcohol. If they drink they would forget the laws of the land and ignore the rights of the people who are in need.
Alcohol is for the miserable, for those who are dying. Let them drink alcohol and in doing so forget all their pain and poverty. They will be happy then, for a while.

Kings who drink to much will always be full of sorrow. They will be miserable and each drink will make the kingdom poorer. Such a King causes no end of trouble, loudly complaining about everything. He will stumble and fall down stairs, where a sober man would have no trouble climbing mountains and remain safe. Such a King has bloodshot and bleary eyes. Drums pound in his ears, waking him in the dead of night.

So don't let Beer tempt you even though it glows like gold and is freely shared by friends. Bottles of wine will beg you to open them, their rich red nectar sparkles in your cup. The dregs of the bottle will call out "Only one more drop! May as well finish me off!"

A King who gives into these taunts will regret the morning.His eyes will deceive him and his tongue will swell up and trying to choke him. The ground will move beneath his feet like the stern of a ship. Such a weak King will be seasick on dry land.

A King shouldn't drink spirits or have a craving for alcohol. Leave it for the poor and miserable, let them make foolish decisions and wallow in self pity. A sober King knows what he does and why, he remembers everything that happened the night before and wakes early in the morning refreshed, ready for the new day.

My house

I wish my house had a floor/
I don't care so much for a door.
But this walking around,
Without touching the ground.
Is getting to be such a bore.