sweet rain of inspiration

so comes like the rain.
you are walking through the sunlight és akkor, suddenly, there is one drop smashing on your nose. it is a brutal thing and if you are only a bogár you will die of it. but if you feel yourself some bigger than this drop, it s good...

and now there is this three meter lollipop crashing on your head.
is it inspiration or liberation from your whole head? bloody sweetie disease... and somewhere a tired feeling.

but perhaps they are UFOs. i forgot about this fact and immediately think of falling sweeties. falling is so natural, not flying, floating around somewhere in the atmosphere. falling falling down, and the lollipop lands perhaps not on your head but in a puddle next to you. and perhaps that is the inspiration.

the best inspirations are the fallen sweeties in puddles.