Everyone is complaining complaining about hot what is hot? what is not? Hot means ice cream Hot means topless beaches (Denmark, you know) Hot might mean Mini-skirts? If there are no mini-skirts I’ll have to let my imagination do the walking do the talking I can imagine quite a bit I can imagine what others promise but don’t deliver I was promised mini-skirts I got … Continue reading How Hot Was It?
The wind blew strong today through the empty halls of my imagination, not one scrap not one iota presented itself leaving me lost and alone with nothing but these words to comfort myself with…. Continue reading The Wind
Not everyone can keep track of my imagination even though, I’ve attempted to put it down on this piece of virtual paper, I wish, anyone, who would like to run the Fantasy Race with me, would put on their runners and take a trip on my imagination There is room for more than one, and if you are from Canada, you might even get to … Continue reading Heading to Bed
Sneaking a peek before coping a feel or that’s what my imagination told me to do, It didn’t, however, tell me to duck when I hit my head while crawling along the floor to you, The water splashed and you, you hung your sexy foot over the side tempting and stretching my sinews to their limits, I took, what I came for the moment presented … Continue reading Lady in the Bathtub
I’ve been spending some time, musing over the power of Facebook and what it means in our lives. I feel that Facebook is, to some degree, rather aggressive in its tactics to involve itself in our lives. It seems as if it asks me, with regular intervals to reveal even more of my personal life, even though I am hesitant about doing just that. It … Continue reading Friends, Not Forgotten
It hadn’t succeeded, my quest as yet. I sought out my love, my life, from where she had hidden herself, seemingly not wanting to be found… I chose my most faithful hound to aid me in my search, but he just scratched behind his ear, and sniffed the ground, not wanting to get involved all the same. Man’s Best Friend, they call you, which made … Continue reading Seek to Hide, A Summer’s Quest
My Jutland Jeep is made of sturdy stuff. I wouldn’t attempt to drive in the Danish Alps without it. I am in a Jeep traveling up a mountain road. Many people have warned me not to attempt to visit the Alps, as they only exist in one person’s imagination. I am not dissuaded by this, and continue up the increasingly precarious embankment. I am in … Continue reading I am in a Jeep traveling to the Danish Alps