she pinched and plucked
my flowery words
drew them up to her face
inhaled their redolence
and crinkled her perfect nose
against a scent
casting my words aside
my presence aside
with a haughty waggle
of her dismissive digits.
Thoughts and fresh pages.
Upon my stroll through Yoyogi Park this morning, I learned that this forest is completely manmade from a donation of 100,000 trees, planted by the Japanese people almost a century ago in the heart of Tokyo, to honor the life and spirit of Emperor Meiji and his empress.
They wrote waka poetry. This was her one of 30,000 poems.
You’d think that this was not the time for drinking. And some of you’d probably say, there is no better time to enjoy a chug of rum. Jo’ll Owe looked at his opinions, drank a nip of the rum and passed the bottle to his wife Mel. If Jo’ll would have picked the green arrow back to the ship, they would probably have managed to escape there alive. But they were not the types to run away. Blue Dragon rose behind the compound walls near the beach, and started firing on no. 5s' location. They bombarded the inner middle wall of the C-shaped building. Explosion after explosion to the middle wall. It was coming down and there’s no way no. 5 could have escaped. No. 5 is probably dead under the rubble. Nay and Yaya landed the ship inside the wall, near the bodies of Macar Rawe and Maya Barm. Nay and Yaya carried the bodies inside the med-bay, while Jo’ll Owe ordered his crew into two groups.
Bara and Mel would search a path through the walking in sewers, while Jo’ll and Aera Ygg would have to face no. 7.
There was enough rum left for one round to all, after they locate each other again.
Mel and Bara vanished as they descended to the sewers. In the Blue Dragon at the med-bay, 3 D-printer had just finished. Nay and Yaya placed the bodies to the printed glass coffins. Jo’ll Owe and Aera Ygg was headed to a fight, what began instantly on the encounter.
Aera crossed his arms and chanted an old Spanish protection spell; which will ricochet any man made materials. This would allow Jo’ll Owe to engage in a close combat with no. 7. After shooting a while, no. 7. placed his arm down and like liquid metal, it changed into a sharp blade. ~MM