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walking back from     an off-license, plucked myself a bunch of rowan... and reimagined myself as a child, rolling metal pellets into my mouth    from the awkward levelling of my communist balcony... now as i drink this whiskey...   and throw a few rowan "pellets" down my gob... remembering that grown ups used to call them: poison berries... **** the sparrows didn't die from plucking them! let's find out and see what the effects of rowan is like, not being firstly chewed, but gulped down... like a sparrow might. trans-categorical odes: O, old rose - tell me of you, and of me! why are your petals in the infant stage considered a delicacy in persia and among the turks... while your mature buds, your fruits only fit for sparrows and not man? who deems them to be poison? **** the amount of **** i've drank... a little bit of "supposed" poison can't actually hurt... and if it does? thumbs up!
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Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 5:53 PM UTC
rowan and sparrows (jarzębina i wróble)
walking back from     an off-license, plucked myself a bunch of rowan... and reimagined myself as a child, rolling metal pellets into my mouth    from the awkward levelling of my communist balcony... now as i drink this whiskey...   and throw a few rowan "pellets" down my gob... remembering that grown ups used to call them: poison berries... **** the sparrows didn't die from plucking them! let's find out and see what the effects of rowan is like, not being firstly chewed, but gulped down... like a sparrow might. trans-categorical odes: O, old rose - tell me of you, and of me! why are your petals in the infant stage considered a delicacy in persia and among the turks... while your mature buds, your fruits only fit for sparrows and not man? who deems them to be poison? **** the amount of **** i've drank... a little bit of "supposed" poison can't actually hurt... and if it does? thumbs up!
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Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 5:53 PM UTC
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