Pink tea

Hibi-tea

Almost a day off. Yet still I shall produce.

But I sit, drinking pink tea.
How did that come to be?

Try to set fire to the keyboard the only way I know
by Looking at my fingers, the blue sky and the snow
Borrowed from Regnsky.dk

Listening to the music of a rain cloud on a sunny day
Come today, come what may, come this way

I look for inspiration in what is all around
but My inspiration should not be wasted on words
That are dictated by the government and the danish crown

Tina & Bertel; disciples of the devil, putting shakles on youthful danish minds