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Thursday, November 6, 2008

High Being.


I Want two to forth to eight and sixteenth,
Polka to dolka tiles on mortar crack,
Emotionally to intentionally grinding force,
The smell of sweetness but yet so harsh.

Kitty, my bird, i shouted "Elegant!"
All forth Elements and nature of Curse,
Is there such thing as a Generosity of kind?
Is there an ideal being that remain in circle?

No, Never, Non: Never think i'm making this up.




::Written::
..Dustfingernail..


2 comments:

ohyeahmoreyeah said...

i like the word "sweetness"... which reminds me of a song.. ahem.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wU3KBI5qyEY

'ShE's'~DustfingerNaiL said...

Jimmy eat world.. N that's my favourite song when i was a little girl.. :)