Thursday, March 3, 2011

My my son

Oh what a joy to be such a strange animal?

Water bills , pink pills, and such.

Oh what mysterious minds we have?

Grandfather clocks, worshiping rocks,we just love their sparkle.

You thought you were and then you wernt

You thought there was more and then there was infinity.

Death never deceived you.

He was always truthful when he said he wanted to visit.

We kept him outside until he broke the door.

Oh no! Not my beautiful stained oak door from the 15th century!

Oh yeah! He broke that door.

My my son!