Iridicide
Cook a rainbow, and see what you've got left.
Labels: poesy
posted by paul @ 7:00 AM
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5 Comments:
zen is it? :)
i'd say not everything is meant to be cooked, but some people are 'cook anything and everything' minded maybe they think they could cook a rainbow
silly them.....though they'd be the last to realize it
oh wait i get it....if they can't cook it it doesn't exist......or. so. they. think.
'oh look i tried to cook the rainbow where is it now?' ;)
Hi, Paul, why so quiet all of a sudden?
I thoroughly enjoyed this blog thanks for sharing
Hi thanks for postiing this
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