Cheers for Fears

(The appeal to popular opinion is such a driving-force.)


Have you heard about the tear drop made of milk?
It plunged into the snow.

The winter months covered in ice, form crystals made of plastic - containers.

Milk is quite inordinate. Extradition. Extraditable.

What is milk made of exactly?

Milk comes in a decorated container fit for human consumption.


Milk= "spots" from a cow.

Cash= Now the consumer can buy it, in quantity and quality.



My favorite milk comes in the color of snow.



The dead of winter.

And suddenly a paradise has been formed. (As if the universe were a bubble.)

Although in days of paradise, the shaking has also caused a hail of snow to fall!!

Now all I can see is whiteness and a candy tree.

Candy canes.

Candy canes for all.

FOR FREE!

And I wonder what Santa will bring me?

Milk from heaven would be splendidly nice.


Has Santa arrived?

Might Scrooge be open for business?

What's under the Christmas Tree?

Underneath the tree, are gifts...

A sled for the children
A dog for the sled
A broom stick for the closet


Where does the snow hide its miracles, are they "secret" in nature?

If god were to say, "Let it snow" could it be that it'd snow for all eternity?

Or has snow not materialized just yet?



Alas it was not meant to be.



Snowing comes only in the winter.

Snow comes alive in the breadth of imaginations, that harness warmth inside and only coming from the heart.



If god closed his doors for business, he might grant our requests as easy. But it's not easy to wish for snow. That'd be a miracle beyond his borders. (It wouldn't snow everyday if you wished.)



Maybe the law can provide snow-angels or "earth angles"...
that would be most delightful.

May it be impossible to find the words to describe milk with?

I'd sit over tea with Fernando Pessoa.