Piknik

Tipec jako ždibec: for picnic - pick-week cup of pickwick tea into the grass make me extraordinery nice *T - bez dišputát. I jsem samým vzrušením stržen nadepsal odkaz - kritiku o úroveň výš. Promiň :)

Ti z vděčnosti pomíjivé chvíle zazvoním zvonečkem dřípatky na jiné to louce sebraným: For every sound that floats from the rust within their throats. Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people, they that sleep up in the steeple. All alone, and who, tolling, tolling, tolling, in that muffled nonotone, fell a glory in so rolling! On the human heart a store - They are neither man nor woman - They are neither brute nor human, but are pestilential carcases disparted from their souls - Called Ghouls: - And their King it is who tolls: - And he rolls, rolls, rolls, rolls. A Paan from the bells! And his merry bosom swells, with the Paan of the bells! And he dances and he yells; Keeping time, time, time, in a sort of Runie rhyme, To the Paan of the bells - of the bells: - Crow, crow, crow ... says nevermore :)

s baleným nebem... některé obraty se mi moc líbí, ale celkově to na mě působí dosti roztříštěně...jinak příjemná věc...jen tak dál m.

Líbí se mi. t

jo, (líbí) T