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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
For NatureI am grateful I was given life
To see the sunshine and the moonlight,
The field of azure in the sky,
And the shade cast upon us at night.
The wind that rambles all the tall trees,
The singing of the birds that fly free,
And the rustle of the fallen leaves
Are all voices that call to greet me.
I will be glad to sail wide across
A sea that stretches from shore to shore;
There I might wander and then be lost;
After one sea, there are many more.
In every gulf, lake or river
Are great waters tranquil or fluent;
There is radiance, it does not matter
Whether it is flowing or silent.
The rains that come to wash off the ground
Are blessings from east, west, north and south;
The thunderstorms that are booming loud
Are roars of power from heaven's mouth.
I do believe that in every plant,
In every fish deep in the ocean,
In everything under all the stars,
There is beauty, in water or land.
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
Silent DanceThe sun is awake
And the grass is covered with dew
The old day is gone
And the world starts anew
The dogs and cats yawn
The ants get to work
All the flowers breathe
And stretch in the earth
The squirrels gather there nuts
And gently wake the trees
And the wind blows a kiss
To send a rattle through the leaves
The whole world dances
In it’s musical silence
‘Til the humans wake
And makes it all violent
Notes on a Breezy DayAfternoon wind tugs restless at weed-tops,
A bamboo chime jangles just to my right—
Hard wind cuts clean again across the breast
Of foot-felt ground—myrrh-dark solidities
Well up below me as gold fields contract,
Chilled to their core –Out from the west, wild night
Floods city senses— ruthless and rock-thick…
Trees stumble ‘round half-dressed; Bear with this place,
Small gravel, bright occasional birdcall…
Calm beige geometries of straw and dirt
Rumple, thank ragged mid-green (dandelion)
And that infernal finger-ripping freeze,
The present minute…Door-crash, swift air-rush
Sing to spring, trussed and squalling in the grass.
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
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
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.
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.
TrippingThe roads are tied in knots and bows;
Where am I going? No one knows.
Within the woods I spy a bird
Whose music I have never heard;
And coming for me is a snake -
My coming here was a mistake!
And in the pond I see a frog,
A little thing with eyes agog;
And hiding somewhere in the sand
Are insects, spiders, rodents and
A million things I haven't seen
In life or death or in between:
The streets are twisting threads of gray;
Where am I going? Far away.
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