Friday, October 08, 2004

Edit: I Forgot to put a heading here - oops

Post numbero 52 (that's like two-fiddy but not)

Hmmm - This is the little message that I left on a friend's site. I hope he likes it. He asked me to send my luv for his site. So I did. Did I mention my strange inability to tap into pure emotion and instead I skirt around the issue in strange ways? I think not little puppy.

"08 October 2004 - To a Self inflating Bunny"

Little pieces of your mind
Float in vast spaces,
dribble into little rivulets
and Pool collectively
to this place you call zenslave.

Take me to your home town
The place where silence
is red and tarnished
and I will follow
Like a drunken lamb

To listen to your stories
and wallow in your damp fog
of self veneration

I will call it the holiday;
a resort;
a small piece of your hell;
that I like to visit
on my rainy days off.


This is my love for your site, o Thespian.

p.s.
*A liitle too late;
A little too early.
All too well known
You are a man with rabbit ears*

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