| Saturday, February 27, 2010
the sunlight wanes
deep dank depression presses down
you fall to the ground,
silently.
wait,
a minute,
two minutes,
three and four.
is there really no hope for the world?
then you see the sign,
no trespassing.
then there is another
no vandalising.
then you look around.
trees?
then you hear the deep voice.
child,
it is twelve. why are you in the park?
the purple piggy oinked 3:26 AM
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you see a ray of light
why,
is it hope?
is it happiness?
a smile, a friend,
perhaps?
and then more rays appear.
why now,
more hope?
happiness?
smiles?
friends?
and then you realise,
it is sunrise.
the purple piggy oinked 3:23 AM
| Sunday, February 7, 2010
to think, to dream, to be free of the curse...
-candace
was it not? tis the time of words. dark, dark ones.
the purple piggy oinked 12:27 AM
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nature cannot be changed, for attempting to would only oversalt the soup, and then woe to you.
the purple piggy oinked 12:23 AM
