Little green "bindeds" and a little more.

Four green binded books lay on my desk. One thick, the other three rather thin compared to it.
Flipping it gives me headaches, not understanding a single thing. Or rather my mind choose not to. Not in this frame at the very least.

For I have to study them, that's what they say. It can't be that hard right? Afterall, I'm not the first. The red and green day is arriving in two, at the stroke.

Rounded brown balls of sugar and nuts there were, and so was big M's famous breakfast. They have treated us well. Or maybe its just that they haven't treated us badly yet.

A blur is all what seems to be off tomorrow. Or maybe it can be considered today.