Thursday, March 08, 2007

Fast poem-making

The desirable anxiousness covered by the reddish half-naked mind, drown in the most absurd way where comprehensiveness is doubtful and there’re no other ways to keep it still on the surface. I swallowed all these superstitious propagandas, memorized them like an old ashy photo album which never tells with its shapeless mouth and its unspoken words what lies beneath it. I swallowed them unquestioned. And I died unnoticed…

I died by my own ghastly desire… My own boundless thought

- g -

[Photo's taken from "Fotosearch"]

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