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A memory …


She seems dressed in all the rings,Of past fatalities.So fragile, yet so devious.She continues to see,climatic hands that press her temples and my chest.Enter the night that she came home… Forever… She’s the only one that makes me sad.She is everything and more… The solemn hypnotic.My Dahlia, bathed in possesion.She is home to me,I get nervous, perverse, when I see her it’s worse,but the stress is astounding.It’s now or never.She’s coming home… Forever.Hard to say what caught my attention,fixed and crazy… Aphid attraction.Carve my name in my face… To recognize.Such a pheromone cult to terrorize.I’m a slave and I am a master,no restraints and unchecked collectors.I exist through my needs… to self-oblige
She is something in me that I despise

Dorky

well this relationship fodder don’t mean to bother nobody ,but cupid’s automatic musta fired multiple shots at her
because she fall in love too often that’s what the matter,at least I talk about it keep a pattern of flattery and a
she was staring through the doorframe

eyeing me down like already a bad boyfriend,well she can get her toys outta the drawer then
cause i ain’t comin’ home, i don’t need that attention, see

i don’t care what you might think about me,you’ll get by without me if you want

i could be the one to take you home,baby we could rock the night alone
if we never get down it shouldn’t be the let down,but sugar don’t forget what you already know,i could be the one to turn you out
you could be the talk across the town,don’t judge it by the color, confuse it for another
you might regret what you let slip away

hey baby look at me go
from zero to hero
oh take it from a geek like me
i can save you from unoriginal dum-dums
who wouldn’t care if you com…plete him or not

M.U.S.C.A

M- magnifica

U-unique

S-sexy

C-cute

A-arranged

Doamne nu stiti povestea cu musca? Eu o stiu de la B.O.$.$ , nu pot dezvalui identitatea de Godfather , anyway , era o zis furtunoasa pe un bloc din umilul Iasington , fix in Piata Unirii … cand efectele maltratarii omenesti si-au spus cuvantul . Si asa o iesit povestea mustei .

M: te duci la muscarie si intrevi “aveti muste?” … vanzatoare o sa intrebe ” de care muste?”si tu o sa zici ” de care aveti”

Eu: taci . am zis !

M: “de care aveti” … vanzatoare :”de azi , de ieri , sau de cacat”.

Eu: taci ! si cu mare compasiunea i-am indesat in troncanitoare o bluza dea mea , dar nu o tacut , by the way .

Si fara nici un sens a continuat sa zica…”Iei musca o dai prin strecuratoare , pui la prajit 10 minute, bagi la microunde sa se rumeneasca , pui Ktchup si cascaval ….si iese mamaliga sau pizza depinde ce vrei ”

Dragii mei sa nu mai aud de muste in viata mea . E ultimul lucru care am sa il scriu despre aceste insecte , si ce am scris poate fi luata ca o scriere funerara , findca orice musca care am sa o mai prind o omor . So , Watch ou . BZ . BZ . BZ .

Mie imi plac buburuzele :) >-

I want…

..Vise .

What can i say , we want a lots of things that can’t be true . You might say that you have a single one big wish , but is not true  . YOU want to be all, all Citește continuarea acestei pagini »

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