Friday, May 14, 2010

if at first you don't succeed. try five times. it works.

5 is a lucky number. for a few reasons now. cryptic i suppose, but i think anybody that matters knows. in the embers lies a rose. a pixie taking flight, coral eyes that shine so bright. 5 and 8 or 5 and 7 but late. It marks a new beginning. I'm not sure that much could stop this grinning. tehe. don't take ambien and write.

On a serious note. great 5 days. thanks 5. thank you also to "number 5" who is number five question mark, space.

flow like a bot kids. stefan stefan i before e, time is up. isn't time bad. isn't ing bad. depends on which side of the hourglass you are on i suppose. to all you that watch the sands slip through the cracks of time... let me remind you, some day it runs out. give a joyous shout! relish in the sand, walk barefoot through it hand in hand.

i'm not an authority, there's 8 sections though, and hopefully it pans out, or boxes or bottles out, or some container. but you can't contain her. or me. I am a bird that has been set free. and so is she. who knows how long we'll return to sea* only captive in the coral reefs, and more belated with the captive ignore for whom something tolls though and I think you'll get the picture. (but perhaps not the pitcher, decanter, siren song enchanter).

kale, sea. it's ironic that it takes a kill for you to see. but i suppose... c'est la vie. would anyone care for some brie? too bad. don't whine about it though. that's just cheesy. talk about cheesy. lol. i'm chuck middle initial e. last name queso. smother me! i feel so used. oh well. tomorrow i have a feeling things will be brand new, or somebody will at least be there who saves the day. um. go fliers. yay for opposite over adjacent. heart. meet book. book, are you a metaphor? who knows. your chakra glows, like a bakers dozen of a rose. plus some negative german always expressing disdain. ring around the roses, pocket full of... oh cock.... i don't know how the rest of the song goes. something about ashes. I prefer embers though. the way they glow and light up the avenue, the roads, or especially a different type of street. um well, there's a battery of things for me to get to. don't linger where the moss slowly grows. under where you ask? don't be an airhead. you're sweet like ened condensed milk. i feel something in my heart. i think it's a mass.age will do that to you. perhaps we better opera.te que sera sera. bear with me. i'm not monkeying around. i think my heart pumps for you. at least enough to fill up a part of henry's vision. to nic(k). i hope you enjoy your friend. ginger cleanses your palate sure... but it doesn't take einstein to figure out that a confederacy of dunces will always take the cake. it's tan like coffee flavored pastry. the trick is to be subtle. but sometimes you just want to end the game ers omething like that. but then again, this isn't game. 5. thank you, regardless, of what happens. i'll never be the same. oh p.s. number 5. i am definitely not the first part of the us nerve. you are! and i shan't explain any of this. no matter how hard you try to convince me. never! but guess what 5. I absofuckinglutely adore you. and am sure you'll figure some of it out. so so cute you damn, clever, witty, enchanting, beautiful, amazingly sweet, fun caring, too good to be true thing!

ki55e5. <---- best one ever 5.

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