Szerettem őt átiratok és átdolgozások

"No!" The angry student exclaimed, "I told you already! This is it! I refuse to change any of it!" He threw his papers in the air and stormed out of the lecture hall.

"What was that about?" asked the curious bystander, who helped Mark to pick up the angry student's essay.

"Just another art student refusing criticism," he said as he looked at his empty wrist, "do you know what time is it?"

"It's 11:05," she revealed with morbid casualty.

This was a writing practice in preparation for a 300 word flash story writing competition. 2/2 people who read it seemed to like it, so now it's here.

Randomly chosen theme was Justice.

intro

Hi, I'm uhm... well, me.
jan Sotan, Ae. Dschorsaanjo, jan ala, or just Zoli
and this is the mostly spoken word renditions of pieces written in toki pona, released or otherwise.
As the title says, it is not going to be my usual stuff.
You shall hear lyrics previously unrecorded, possibly unpublished,
along with some that you might have heard before,
long and long agone in a galaxy we occupy.
After these last few sentences though, nigh everything shall be in toki pona, so...

original script of performance for suno pi toki pona

Shadowy meadows
Surround the valley
Skinny wee fellows
Pushing a trolley

The grasses are green
The sky is melancholic...

A random thought about being a writer (handwriting sample included)

Being a writer is like...