Hair on a building's face
Withered as it leaned towards me.
So did the cow.

I strung my guitar on a horse's back.
I betrayed the world.

I question my humanity.
We should all go for salsa classes.
The throne of madness revolves.

And gold is the sand on which all humanity walks,
While time against them stalks.
I need a new watch.

As I gazed at the stars and moon,
The seven deadly sins were tattooed on my neck,
Sunshine is my ecstasy.

I shall eat Molten Lava Chocolate Cake on my First Night.

Love is but a many splendored falsification of life,
Seen through the "click" of shut spectacles,
Used on many occasions to stab the wife
Many times, repeatedly.

Like a nightmare
He of the sparkling eyes is out of my reach
Like the glint of the dagger in her hand;
I want to run.
The overgrown moose of my dreams is chasing me,
A coarse coat and coarse mind on limbs.

You've shown us your performance, now we'll show you the door.

The grass on her pillow never sleeps,
As the smell of brownies and fudge slices fill the air;
I will meet you in Dis, the city of heretics.
Couture and croissants along Champs d'Elysses.

Like flowers withering away,
Oh screw this - I'm off to play pool.

- Timothy Weiyan Lynn Steff BinLi Alea Shameen Qabir.
19 February, 2008.

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