Paint.
Create.
Hesitate.
I chase the balls,
Of fun and sport,
Others are too small.
Blame the Canadians.
98 Up.
76 Down.
I love monochromatic,
Mathimatical perfection,
Of right-angles.
Come, sweet dictionary.
1...
2...
3...
4...
5...
6...
7...
How many more,
Must flick around,
My life and love.
I need a fly swat.
Fervent writing.
Arduous spelling.
I hate making,
Camera shakes,
That do no good.
Count the ‘I’s.
Blown Tumbleweed.
Beach Babe.
Kick-arse Princess.
Watch me dance,
Over your heads,
And sing my song.
Give me a coffee!
3 ft.
4 ft.
Let me pick,
A height for myself,
It’s my job.
I want my pen back.
Author notes
I highly doubt anyone will get what the hell I'm talking about here. If not, I'm just been random again!
Written May 30th, 2006
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LMFAo, still love it even after the first time I read it...so, how is "Trigonometry of Love" going??
Sav -
Count the "i"s
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Hah hah...
I'm sure this does have a very sensible meaning but I do not know it. Strange, made me chuckle on the inside.
-M -
The title is alot like a line of mine in the production!
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