olive green

My next life, make me into a tree, an olive tree please, so I can grow forever, and produce nice olives. Strange boy, beautuful tree, maybe we can be three. As in 1 2 3.
In my book it takes three too tango. But my book is very silly, and young. Trying too be forever young in the mind, makes one very blind.

Or maybe a cow, so I can be lazy and grow paunds, eating grass I loved too do, but now days I just chew on my shoe, like chicha bella my old dog, or cuba another dog.

But make me a star, so I can burn forever until I hit this world. And maybe create a new world, so we all can curl. Into a feedus, and start from size zeroo.
A fresh start for this world can only be good.


Slash your dearest god
Einar in sane.