Wednesday, July 11, 2007
A tale of an ambiguous chap
The scent of graveyard flowers drift across the room. Summer was in the air.
It was such a perfect portrait. Life was a bed of roses as far as the ones around me were concern.
Gradually, one by one left with the utmost silent I thereby was expecting.
I then began to grab the reality with slight strength, those projected by a fist with 3 fingers only.
Slowly, threatening myself, walking the thin line between the whats and whatnots.
Ahh. Evaporation transposition in human nature. Well, I have nothing much to do since the lost of my Powell.
Well, part two soon to resume...............
Hopefully that is....
11:17 AM
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