Monday, September 05, 2005

(I LIKE MY HANDWRITING AND THE FLOW OF THIS PEN)

soft slow sweet notes rising and falling settle gently on the thick air filling this dark corner. seperate.apart. nestling this furry bundle of secrets.

i guess this hole can be good for somethings sometimes. ... the stale smell of old cigarette butts clogs my nostrils. urgh. move the ashtray. if only at an arms length . heh. arms lengthe distance.. hehe...

introspective. now. perhaps. give. what do i give? do i give? caught up rolled wrapped up in my own. what have i done?

fucking dick

asshole

what a bitch! .......................?

yea i can see that. its not settling for. not giving in. not even compromising. its growing up. realizing. he good to/for me. be goor for/to him.

you think that people would have enough of silly love songs

i look around me and i see it isnt so

love makes us sad/glad we are fools (heh.)

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~ Freeze framed. beauty captured/capture beauty. snap. pictures freeze moments. memories. constructed then to fit the 4 by 6/ 5 by 7. all smiles. now. say cheese. please.

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1 comment:

S A J Shirazi said...

That is one thing which is not possible in blog -- writing longhand and enjoying the flow.