blurp.

when a small child died, a bird was born. it killed everything and was never scorn.
it was then that it knew what she has done and gone away.
in the forest where it doesn't rain. with the trees than don't shine or glimmer.
like diamonds on the hands of pretty blonds. dolls and puppets with their strings attached.
dolls manipulating or manipulated by their wounds. wood so deep - scratched you can hear its screams
the terrifying winter and glowing snowflakes. on the child's' shining cheek. teeth white with smile.
in a land where down is up and up is down, airplanes going up but hit the ground.
whatever whenever it is born.
never there was a wall
which not broken it was
by the bombs or what nature has
storms and thunders quakes and water
let it pour til the last drop. glasses everywhere, millions of them on the beach=========