24.5.2015.
Fantasy world of horror
Swallowing Mc Donalds inmidst acid trip lighting.
Blend in bland songs
Softly shouting.
Soulless touting
The building of bridges
Blood of love
And between midges
The sad little snowwhite dove.
Words so meaningless
Kens and Barbies entertaining rich people in business.
White glove soaked in a tear
Sparkling champaign nicely near
It´s spectaculous to the ear.
EUEUEUUUUUUUUU, EUEUEUUUUUUUUUUU
All the people care and cheer.
Plasticly happy in glittery outfit,
Echo everywhere
In Eurovisionland.
Armenia and others are European for a night
Visions of Europe in splendid light
No I won´t sleep tonight.
There´s Eurovision
The empire on telly
And a can of beer for my belly.
( I have been sitting with Bryan for a while watching together the Eurovision song contest. He was analyzing it loudly while I was scribbling down the poem, with some words stemming unavoidably from him).
Angelica Westerhoff 
That’s right, blame me. But Russia is actually in Europe.
Love and kisses, Bryan
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Oh shit. I´ve now edited around a little. Bet you that not even the politicians of United States know that Russia belongs to Europe, or at least a part, no?
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I missed it. I’m not sorry…. 🙂
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Hi Wendy! I could only bear it for a while in reality. It was Bryan who watched it to the end. he must have been out of his mind. Beso.
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