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`happyness

of woven grass rings, and falling stars

just. you. me.
and the stars.

our two little secrets.

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Boink boink boink.
Oh, I'm blind.
So you walk left,
and I walk right.

Boink boink boink.
The pot started to talk,
and pointed out that the kettle was black.

Boink boink boink.
Keep quiet,
so everyone can enjoy the silence,
again.

*signs off*

11:55 AM; `dead.Y

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piggiest piggy.

alive.

and loved.