Under the moons furry glow
and slip into beautiful dreams
of sunshine and happiness,
of handsome heroes from novels,
and fat red cheeked babies
cooing on blankets
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What is your favourite colour?
I like blue. But not any blue, the blue of a shadow. The blue of the night sky.
The indigo of evening.
What is your favourite music?
A symphony of jazz.
Will all your answers be like this?
Okay. What advice would you give aspiring writers?
Don’t aspire, do.
Is that all?
Don’t aspire, perspire.
Okay. Anything else?
Read everything and nothing.
What does that mean?
I think its pretty self explanatory.
Actually its not. I’d say its the opposite of self explanatory. Could you please explain it for non writers?
Let your ears listen to your heart sing.
Let your heart thump to the beat of it’s own drummer.
But what does does that-
You need to ask yourself, is loving you really the right thing to do?
Aren’t they song lyrics?
By Fleetwood Mac?
You can call it another sunny, if you want to.
Oh dear, no need to be lonely, no matter how badly you dress.
No, wait, no. The lyrics are . look forget it.
Under the cobalt sky,
I send out prayers
with no answers.
Silvery half moon
turning to black.
Memes taken from: http://knowyourmeme.com/photos/243859-three-wolf-moon
Boring, elves, office
The elves were restless. It was March and they were bored.
This always happened. After the Christmas rush they would have nothing to do but office work.
They tried to invent new holidays, like Christmas in July, but it still wasn’t enough.
They tried to help the Easter bunny one year, till they dropped some eggs and smashed them.
They needed to find another holiday, but what?