Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
fhhh
Daniel Petersen
Frenchy fresh smooth vinegar
U r deluded
Time is being wasted, or is the waste predetermined by the mentality within
Like children playing with a torch under the covers, the two women operate the mac
She is intriguing, she is beautiful, she is distant
I wake up to laughter, what have I missed
Blonde above, but pink below, followed by a soft white, and turquoise green
For the multiplth time
The smile at a problem is strangely attractive, or is the beauty of her face lit up by her trendy apple computer
Animation is the ever recurring female oddity, like an expectant mother, my hand hovers above the page, waiting for the next kick to prompt a movement
It was always such a pain spending two dollars on a game that you weren’t very good at, especially if you were a centre link child such as myself. It was such a pleasure to play again and again without any tax
Minimalism, like dry humour
Into my eyes, cannot look, why, how, displeasing. The only women who could look
Want to love, lacking spontaneity, unappreciated
A look of constant forgetting, or the struggle to remember
Became disillusioned
Hello only ends in goodbye
I feel pain, I feel no pain
What happens behind the canvas
Cosmetic, generic
See if I care
I was probably angry at the time
The point of no return
I dash into the darkness
The lady's feet tell me that I still have time
I am without the means
The lights go down, the voices start, supplemented by soft French accent, I can last no longer
This guy is a wank
Wasting my precious time
The bag is surprisingly, or not so surprisingly comfortable, if u really think
My actions of nothing have caused a reaction
An Australian technique seems to be to give a positive answer with a negative tone
Pre-wasted, drunk, destroy, brain, lose, time
Frenchy fresh smooth vinegar
U r deluded
Time is being wasted, or is the waste predetermined by the mentality within
Like children playing with a torch under the covers, the two women operate the mac
She is intriguing, she is beautiful, she is distant
I wake up to laughter, what have I missed
Blonde above, but pink below, followed by a soft white, and turquoise green
For the multiplth time
The smile at a problem is strangely attractive, or is the beauty of her face lit up by her trendy apple computer
Animation is the ever recurring female oddity, like an expectant mother, my hand hovers above the page, waiting for the next kick to prompt a movement
It was always such a pain spending two dollars on a game that you weren’t very good at, especially if you were a centre link child such as myself. It was such a pleasure to play again and again without any tax
Minimalism, like dry humour
Into my eyes, cannot look, why, how, displeasing. The only women who could look
Want to love, lacking spontaneity, unappreciated
A look of constant forgetting, or the struggle to remember
Became disillusioned
Hello only ends in goodbye
I feel pain, I feel no pain
What happens behind the canvas
Cosmetic, generic
See if I care
I was probably angry at the time
The point of no return
I dash into the darkness
The lady's feet tell me that I still have time
I am without the means
The lights go down, the voices start, supplemented by soft French accent, I can last no longer
This guy is a wank
Wasting my precious time
The bag is surprisingly, or not so surprisingly comfortable, if u really think
My actions of nothing have caused a reaction
An Australian technique seems to be to give a positive answer with a negative tone
Pre-wasted, drunk, destroy, brain, lose, time
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