May 25, 2007 11:44
Folding paper-cranes
like ivory dominoes
toppled by butterfly winds.
Mosaicked mirrored glass
like frost-bitten fern
shattered by elephant feet.
Rolling wooden dice
like neurons' fire
Tumbling avalanche gathering speed.
It all builds up to the end
It all builds down to the start
It builds on buildings and buildings fall
Folding paper-cranes.
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far, far too busy, too muddled at the moment. However, I will carry on, despite poetic failure.
My mum is now infamous among Spoonman's audience.
And no, that's not cryptic. You're deprived if you are australian, have access to FM radio, and do not understand what that means.
I have a new Learner's permit, after having lost my purse earlier this week. Everytime I get it replaced, they give me a fresh 10 years until expiry. So now, I still have up until year 2017 in which to get my full license.
Too busy to think, or rather, to want to think. That is all.