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Dream: Cute Simulation GameWhile wasting time in front of the ISP-hosted underground amusement park/university I explain to two elderly Russian women (they are surprised that I speak Russian), that against my own expectations the underground amusement park is not a rip-off and that there even is a delicious confection, which one can have for free and in unlimited quantities. I give them a piece each.
The following takes place on a small square grassland in front of the entrance to the underground amusement park. I play a game with four cute miniature people (each of them the size of a finger), who harvest wood from two trees and re-plant them after complete exploitation. They walk freely without being bound to roads. Along with wood, they collect fruit from fruit trees. I consider letting them plant two fields of crops for harvesting. Their housing and storage consists of one building made from wood only, so they probably do not require rock as a building material.
One of the people manages to get stuck on a pat
DosentomatenTomaten in Dosen
Brauch' ich für Soßen
Für Penne, Nudeln und Spaghetti
Ketschup ist eklig
Was essbares daraus zu machen
Ich brauche keine Pizzen
Ich brauch kein Glutamin
Hollari, Hollari, Hollero
Ich züchte selber Nudeln
Und esse sie dann Roh
Hollari, Hollari, Hollero
Cherry BlossomComing of the spring
Herds of birds announce singing
Every flower turns its head to sky
Rising towards warmness of
Radiating sun smiling down
Yet the most beautiful waits
Blossoming with sweet innocence
Little buds on cherry trees slowly
Open for everyone to see pink petals
Spring has come!
One can only smile at sight of
Millions of cherry blossoms
July 23 RainJuly 23 Rain
The evening sky that followed rain
At 6 pm tonight
Left two rainbows overhead
One was shining bright
And though I pointed them to someone below
I never told what I feel
That the shining rainbow was her smile
In knowing our love was real
Howling at the MoonThe moonlight filters through the tall trees,
Signaling the time that I shall rise.
There are no sounds other than the sleeping honey bees,
But there isn't anything that should give me surprise.
I spotted a rabbit nestled in its borrow unaware of its close demise,
So I quickly and accurately made the kill.
I carried it in my jaws as a worthy prize
Up to the lonely, black hill.
I was satisfied as I sat stone still.
The moon was bright, but the sun will come soon,
So I tilted my head back and with precise skill
Let out a single note meant for howling at the moon.
I never heard the birds flying with despair,
But I did hear a single gunshot crack throughout the air.
Ocean Evening (Poetry)See the golden rays of light
Stretched across the evening sky
Sea of green, ocean of might
Water trembles, seagulls cry.
See the moon, a glowing ball
Lay your back upon the sand
Beside the water, feeling small
Hold a seashell in your hand.
See the tide, the rushing foam
Unto your toes it slowly creeps
In this place you call your home
The gentle ocean never sleeps.
TeaselsTeasels in my garden
looking good today
standing tall and straight
in the breeze they sway
Tiny purple petals
explode in the sunlight
all between the spikes
as they stand upright
With thin green leaves
surrounding the flower
this beautiful plant
grows tall like a tower
Nature is so awesome
always amazing me
colour, size and scent
so much variety
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SunsetRed fire burns across the sky,
a spectacular evening view.
Soon it fades to amber orange,
then a golden hue.
And fades again to softest peach,
as stars wink in to sight.
Till it all fades away at last,
and makes way for silver moon light.
FlowerLife is like a flower
Life is like a flower
from a seed to a stem
we grow with time
we blossom into what we're meant to be
Like a flower We grow
Golden StormToday I raced the running clouds,
While I followed a yellow road.
Above me a golden beast claimed the sky,
Across a blue prairie it strode.
First comes selfish ideas...First comes selfish ideas, then comes denial of greed, and then finally understanding and acceptance of our symbiotic reality.Once our personal bubble has been burst, it's hard not to see the tension and travesties created by selfish concepts.It is then that a person either gains wisdom to endure the insanity of our humanity, and attempts to influence positive change in not only themselves, but also the whole of society. Or they turn back to the denial and depression that lead them to search for answers in the first place, as a lesson always repeats until learned Changing just one component in a symbiotic system, only extends the life of that individual peace, or important part.Which in reality doesn't matter, if the engine implodes due to lack of proper maintenance and fuel. The whole ship will either drift into deterioration, crew starvation, and eventually rust into the dust of spatial oblivion.We all breath the same air, and bleed the same color red.. When we strive together, so to
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