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Sunday, June 14, 2009

Everything


Some people search for a fountain
The promise is forever young
Some people need three dozen roses
And that’s the only way to prove you love them
Hand me the world on a silver platter
And what good would it be
With no-one to share with, no-one who truly cares for me


Some people want diamond rings, some just want everything
But everything means nothing

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Rubbish

Want to know how to make Lady GaGa cry?

---POKE HER FACE----
poke, poke, poke her face.


Want to know how to make Justin Timberlake cry?

----Just break his sexy back----



Thank You.




HAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Suck it all up.

Dreams are like clouds formed above your head.
And images appearing bit by bit,
forming up like puzzles.
But with a blow,
and it became falling pieces.
Why am i only able to write when i'm unhappy?
Writing should be fun, so does drawing too.
Sometimes too much of the clouds,
will somehow pollute your inner brain.
And screw everything up.
I think i need to get a vaccum cleaner.
C.K.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Nutcracker.

I've managed to write this post on time.



It's june!!!!!!