Raspberry, peach, hazelnut, thorns
Mar. 2nd, 2003 08:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
squirmelia"Compromise the raspberry drama."
"I can't."
"You must though. Those bursts of sharp situation you've been experiencing, imagine them to be a raspberry. You've got to compromise, it's the way out."
"Explain the way to leap to the tastebuds then."
"No."
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I awoke to find the sky a mild, deliberate peach colour. Or maybe I couldn't be bothered to open the curtains, it was too early in the day to tell. I entered the morning routine with the usual curious inhibitions, and headed on down to breakfast. But there, sat underneath the table, was a hazelnut meringue gateau. I screamed.
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I watch a TV programme about the New Forest, a place known as Ytene or "Wild Wasteland" to the Anglo Saxons, where there are still birds that impale their prey on thorns. I pretend I have no idea where that is.
"I can't."
"You must though. Those bursts of sharp situation you've been experiencing, imagine them to be a raspberry. You've got to compromise, it's the way out."
"Explain the way to leap to the tastebuds then."
"No."
--
I awoke to find the sky a mild, deliberate peach colour. Or maybe I couldn't be bothered to open the curtains, it was too early in the day to tell. I entered the morning routine with the usual curious inhibitions, and headed on down to breakfast. But there, sat underneath the table, was a hazelnut meringue gateau. I screamed.
--
I watch a TV programme about the New Forest, a place known as Ytene or "Wild Wasteland" to the Anglo Saxons, where there are still birds that impale their prey on thorns. I pretend I have no idea where that is.