You may wonder who I am or why I say this. Sit down and I will tell you a tale like none you have ever heard. Sleepless nights and city lights. Hey me, hey you, haiku. Reflection on the future; an oxymoron if ever there was. Awed eyes at the mention of his name, And the way they seem too perfect.

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. 8220;Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find. Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,. Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;.

Each time I have read a Murakami text I have felt inspired to create something artistic. A glob of not quite red blood tumbles and falls into the gold and silver topped milk.

On May 7, 2014. Fuda Considered Tail of the Donkey in Primary Race. On April 28, 2014. There have been the murdered and molested children while under the care and supervisi.