Orchard
"My orchard is beautiful and broad" proclaimed John to himself.
His losses in life had been large and the pain larger, the orchard brought a sense of belonging to John's heart. Not to mention that it distracted him from the vast emptiness he felt.
In the orchard, the trees stood - as ever - strong and tall. The shrubs shrubbed - as ever - silent and still. And John gazed at his lonely paradise, wondering whether or not it would rain.
The orchard provided John with food as well as a home. Apples, pears, oranges, berries, cherries, mangos and coconuts. This food was sweet, John thought, sweet enough to sell and sweet enough to keep. He never did sell any of the produce from the orchard though. He kept piles and piles of fresh apples in fields adjacent, and when they grew mouldy or off, John used them as compost to compost the apple trees. Mould begetting life.
This day, the rain came flooding down. The orchard had needed some rain and John was happy to see the water soak the soil.
As John lay under the branches of his favourite oak tree, watching the droplets of rain drop down from the branches he felt something deeply and horribly uneasy rise up within himself. Tears began to roll down John's cheeks and his heart, as his cheeks, grew colder by the second. If anyone had seen John, they wouldn't have known he was crying, his salty tears and the rain merged together as they trickled down his bony cheeks. No one did see him though nor did he see anyone, he simply lay and wept.
Crying, John lay for hours. The salt had turned his cheeks red by now and the orchard had noticed.
The rain stopped and John's crying faded to sniffles. The night once more drew near for John and so he ambled to his hollowed out log house-home. "Today was just another day." John told himself as he closed his eyes and his brain took him away for the night.
Remembering the Orchard[edit | edit source]
“So stay in my memory, you can hide out there.”
The orchard is constantly paraded in advertisements targeting digestive impulse buyers. The ramblings of a Norman were once as bold as the orchard's apple's are green. Starting sentences with the word the is a common trait of Orchard Authors.Thousands upon thousands of apples. If grammar were a woman then she would be both a genius and a fool. Orchards. The speed of an orchard in a vacuum is the same as ₪. The meaning and flow of orchards are in no way similar to men called Rudyard Kipling.
It's only right that the artist formerly know as Prince is mentioned. His close connection with the rising and falling of abrasive tomatoes need not be explained. Sometimes, at night, the stars refuse to come out. So, if it's OK with you, I'd rather stay in my mind, on my own. Diamonds are simply carbon and the value we place upon them, money and superficial things is fine because there is no reason to live if we believe in nothing. A sad, sad man believes in nothing.
Shells found on the beach can be picked up and placed in orchards. If this has been done then the shell will have been at the orchard at the moment it was placed there but following this, sgaiubf ovcewin. Coherency found in extravagant horses is never to be trusted unless the situation is as such that marauders reign.
Good[edit | edit source]
Good. Good ne sera pas devenir plus bien. If one does not understand a language well, it is generally considered "a good idea" not to try to write lengthy prose in this language.
Showaddywaddy.
When a person talks in an overly deep voice for long, long periods of time, the person's voice can remain deep -in addition to the original period of time- for square the number of seconds they had his/her voice deep. This is known as the Orchard square rule, after the scientist Jeremy Clarkson's alter ego, Orchard man. The naming of this rule after such a controversial figure is down to illegal means.
Amperes are used to measure electrical current.
- lol.
- Dat is hilair, wen did u come up wiv dat 1?
- Profoundly amusing, in the truest sense.
- Some inane comment insulting most of the world religions, both sexes, and all the possible sexualities.
- L:LL:L:L:L:L:L:L:L::L HAHAHAHAHAH(*H"!E(8rfghgwiERVDJK!
- This made me weep.
- IIIIIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiiiiiin West Philadelphia born and raised, using this unit of measurement was how I spent many of my waking hours.
Sorry[edit | edit source]
The orchard is sorry for how pretentious it can be. No matter how sarcastic writing an apology in third person sounds, the orchard IS actually aware of the pretentiousness of itself and is trying to become less of this.
If I hated you then you'd ruddy well forget it. The rhyme ham. Once it crazy no. Lack tired. Schlubb wubb wub. Again, if I hated you'd probably know and despite this, I'd still LOVE you really. The ground. Butsrslythoigetyou. *Fake, loud laughter* "WHAT!? You CAN not be serious, did Sally really try to engage. Is that freakin' bad-man 'Mick' ever going to squeeze apples like your mother's brothel slave woman?"