Write away super hay
histogram, the boy weighs too much, little mystery, never solved. Someone been eclectic in exercising their choice of services. Beating drums, rummaging constant pacing, with british accent, disintegrating interests. Way way too much. Messing up your individuality, fame, fortune harbour it, hold down to it. Tried my best to leave, the mere persistance shrilled the determination. Come down now, lower your options. From right to left, again repeating the shake for no one is present to witness the grand design of transmuting yourself into oblivion. Mid afternoon, hot temper flares, still sleeping hugging tightly your bolster, sleepy head wishing for air-conditioner. Find your way out of this wild wild world. Trusting the end, feasible to some, extremely not viable due to its interchangeable qualities. Chaos reigns, no permanence, no particular, the endless has ceased their intention of becoming the end. come out at night, that's where your energy shines.
Middle Finger
This blog is about writing things as it is, forget about other people's or your own genius! just write whatever that come to mind without any pre notion idea or care about syntax error or incomprehensible grammar or whatever just write what may!!
Monday, June 20, 2005
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