Row, row, row on row

A blackened field, a murdered crow

Feathers shed the flesh to show

The crime that was was theirs to know.

Row, row, row on row

When bones are white and red leaves go

The dead are buried in the snow

And ghosts will walk where they will go.

Row, row, row on row

When corn is tall and patterned so

The burning moon brings naught but woe - 

A blackened field, a murdered crow.

Anger is a dark red wall of suffocating curtains, a maze of velvety fabric the colour of dried blood. Hopelessness is a gray bubble still too wet to pop -- Despair is when the bubble grows toxic spikes inside and stabs you. Fear is light blue, a flimsy shield that only makes the problem worse. Boredom is an olive-green gas cloud that poisons with every breath. 

Excitement is a cloudy portal into the future. Love is a warmth inside your chest that reminds you that not everyone is mean and hateful. Ecstasy is wings that are invisible because they are inside. Peace is blue, a pillow of safety that is just the right mid-spring temperature.

Oh tacos, I love you.

meat, cheese and sour cream are

so

good.

some people put vegetables on you.

they are wrong.

you are so yummy

and so messy

i love you.

that is all.

   Once upon a time, there was a squirrel. But this is no ordinary squirrel. This was a bright red squirrel. And one day this squirrel said, “Bull honkey! I’m sick of Ontario, Land of Lakes, 1,000 Islands – I’m outta here!” So the bright red squirrel put on his bright red sweater, tied his bright red bandanna to his bright red broomstick, and off he went. A little while on, the bright red squirrel came to a road, and he stood at the side of the road, and he stuck his little thumb in the air, and he waited. And waited. And waited some more. Now, let me get this straight. When I say little thumb, I mean really little. Like, a REALLY TINY thumb. So tiny that none of the passing cars even saw it. So this this bright red squirrel was sitting there. And he was still waiting. And eventually he said, “Bull honkey! This is stupid – I’m outta here!” So he went home, and he took off his sweater, and he put his bandanna away, and he screwed his broomstick back into the broom bottom, and he turned on the TV. And the bright red hitchhiking squirrel said to himself, “Bull honkey! I’m not doing that again!” And the bright red VIDEO GAMING squirrel put his bright red Call of Duty: Black Ops 3 disk into his bright red Xbox 360 and played until three in the morning.