My evening snack. It feels like midday snack. It is 5:22 PM. It’s terribly hot. I’m sitting here in my room trying to be creative. I would actually prefer to go swimming in the lake, but it’s always too crowded on Saturdays, and I don’t like too many people. So i swim in my blue thoughts.
I’ll finish this one song, and after that, I don’t want to mention the color blue anymore. No more blue drinks or blue poop. No more blueberries or blackberries, strawberries taste good too. Cozy red is also a beautiful color
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