Peteroo's Blog

Closing distance.

Metewand when met.

MMs when wet.

Forgiving obliterates fails.

Kisses along petaled trails.

Stronger than tape.

Bonds by the nape.

Held together by hugging hadrons.

Structural majesty welcomes many passers by under its glass sky.

Fathers of injures with fothers of anjeers tempt travellers with treats.

Architects’ facsimiles brush ladies’ parisols as corners cause triple-steps.

While light remains bright and each frieze does so please, steps past the dome are those that lead home. ; )

Then, the scholarch, a monogyne missioned for matriculation of the masses, whose viraginity in administrative meets mellows to endearing empathy for student greets, undresses feets upon plaza seats around fountain’s pleats—for post hawkish faces and mawkish graces the sincere self steadies where balance can ever be re-baptised. ; )

Pick a photo—any photo.

Now, do not show it to me.

Memorise your photo.

Are you ready?

Okay. Here are the rest of the cards; tessellate them on the table.

Next, watch carefully; I will find your photo.

Before I find the picture, though, please enjoy this homemade amazake which will help me conciliate your desire to see pure magic.

Oh, no, trust me. It might seem like I hail from serpentry, but I will not pull the wool over your eyes.

What I will do, however, is show you…place of hearts! ; )

Lone palm.

Like a swain in the rain after a repelled refrain.

Blottesque fronds weighted in weariness?

Or, panaches amid plumage brushing high’s hopes?

Tree, lastly of just three, reaches endarkenment.

Wondering to where wandered forest familial.