chuck berry

Haven't heard those blueberries play quitar or have I. Not in the middle of the day, anyway.

I got bored and went into the forest. Despite the endless efforts, neither ants nor mosquitoes could drive me away from their kingdom. It is a therapeutic kind of feeling when you put on a song that fits the mood and start to pluck the berries. After 15 minutes it starts to feel as you were in a psychological test and after an hour you begin to wonder why you're torturing yourself.

But then again a blueberry pie made by my beloved mother is something worth waiting for.