[Slowly drank my coffee and listened to her sad tale.]

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[Slowly drank my coffee and listened to her sad tale.]
Australia in a nutshell
I wake up at 5am
I go to pee
On way back from toilet I want to get kitkat from kitchen
In middle of darkness I turn on my iPhone torch
I see cat staring at wall
I look to see what cat is looking at
I see giant huntsman spider on kitchen wall
I realise I truly cannot be fucked
I go back to bed with a closed door and without Kitkat
Lonesome chair part deux
I have no words ............. but, then again ;-)
Poor lonesome chair. Placed outside your field without so much as a by your leave ... and now, to add to your bewilderment, you lie upside down in a hedge completely unknown to your good self. I weep for your predicament.
That said ... perhaps this little plastic perch has fallen foul of the Irish tradition of imbibing a bag of cans. Maybe even went so far as a slab of cans. It's a slippery mistake and a road much taken by many on this, the most Emerald of Isles.
I see the aftermath of such behaviour each time I pass through this particular village on my way to the shiny metropolis. Paint peeled benches lying on their backs with the empty cans beside them ... rusted rotary washing lines bent and with the empties in a bag hanging from a broken arm ... encrusted litter bins overflowing with discarded sweet wrappers and cans, obvious sugar overdose victims.
These inanimate objects need help ... someone to reach out and help them up ... someone to speak the necessary incantations ... someone to talk with them and stem this horrifying epidemic.
So ... the next time you're tempted to just pass one of these 'individuals' ... stop and spend time with them or, one cold and windswept night, one or more of them may just follow you home ...
My friend was doing this drawing in class yesterday so i decided to write a little story to past the time.
The girl is supposed to be the earth.
Remember: English is not my first language. I didn't have google or a dictionary to verify my grammar.
Her name was forgotten long ago. She's nothing but a ghost now, a forgotten memory. She only appears when the cherry blossoms start to bloom. I think she and that tree are connected somehow. You'll be just fine, just dont pick the blossoms and leave before dusk. She's most active at night, she mostly sits at the bottom of the cherry tree. Mostly crying, sometimes she's just sitting there in silence, and others it looks likes she's sleeping. I don't know what happened to her, I don't know her story, but she looks so lonely, sitting there alone, at the bottom of that cherry blossom tree. ~🖤nugget🖤
[Slowly drank my coffee and listened to her sad tale.]
I wanted to help this scared bird that appeared to not have functional wings.
世の哀れ春ふく風に名を残し おくれ桜の今日散し身は
-辞世- 八百屋お七