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Thu 11 Dec, 2003 07:18 pm
The cat; stepping in rhythm to a fatal curiousity
The mind paints with colors the world will never see
He is Irony at his zenith
Amazing, how we exist so effortlessly. No strings holding us up.
How honey can be made by creatures so small and move so thick and slow
How Honey can make a small creature like me move slowly along his thick skin
I wait in silence for a real word to shatter my slow oblivion
Zeal takes reign of my body and the chemicals of my imagination hush me and kiss me goodnight
Guilty.
Day goes by slow and uncertain, reluctant to reveal the truth of Night to me. I can't handle the clear of moonlight.
I shouldn't be thinking of such things.
His mind is conventionally beautiful.
He makes me think of things I should be thinking of.
Two weeks pass and he is still gone
Driving at twighlight has lost its meaning
And all that music has lost its hum
And my mind
still open for you
still willing to learn about the complexity of the obvious
There is something about you that is so addictive
How much longer?
One, two weeks?
I want to feel his words & skin
We can shut out the rest of the world and make our own
I've outgrown these lands, these oceans
All we have left is sky
Watching
The same moon is watching us
As we watch the same stars
We are the ones
The malicious ones to ignore the world and all of its burdens
The Sky paints itself with velvet ink and cools the heat of day with jasmine moonlight
I want to fly
Still waiting in silence for reality to wake me from the slow slow oblivion
Watching
As he brakes more and more hearts
All fragile
All unlike mine
I've seen her debate, too, Brand x. She's good at that too.
Thanks Roger.
Yeah, I did. Originally, it was a post on affirmative action. After I posted it, I realized there was already a post about it, so I tried to delete it, but I couldn't figure out how. Then I tried to edit it as blank, but it wouldn't let me. So I clicked on one of my documents and did copy and paste.
I miss paste...
I sometimes miss the taste of paste.
Kindergarten paste, not the the pasty film in my mouth I wake up in the morning with now.
Oh. Yeah, you should be able to edit both the title and content of your own posts. You can delete a post, and probably the entire thread, but only until someone responds to it. You should be able to edit at any time, I mean.
ah, that's why i couldn't delete it.
quel age as-tu, btw?
Elmer's glue....that's what I remember as a kid. Probably made from horses.
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