it is 3am and I am banging on the bongoes there is a sort of darkness but I am banging on the bongoes bang bang bang I go on the old linden tree bang bang bang I go
The stuff on this blog is poetry. It's not sudoku. You don't have to work anything out or look for any meaning. It's just images and sonics and poetry that is designed to be untranslatable. If you try to translate it it won't work. Just let it remain as poetry and it might just...
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