Eyja by Bön published on 2014/03/04 11:32:29 +0000 when I was a kid, someone did a break and enter and stole my Xmas presents. lucky he never got the red ornaments drying in the tree! fool!, you stole my undies but left the real gold. Slowly drying in the Sun the red balls turned gold inside me. My mother became an infant overnight, regressing back to crapping her nappies. My father wetting the bed, the trauma too much for an eight circuit kid eating the fruit from under the Fir(e) tree Ahhhh Shem Sham Shame ...only one comes from the middle pillar . Philology isn't taught any more so many still believe in the big J who really has a brother B two frauds in the metaphysical game eat up, time to fast!!!