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~farid~
Question Mark


Bboy RED
A breaking Fever

Droping Hell Zone


alternative exits.

NoONEexisted
Under this Segment

my days, not yours.


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Thursday, March 18, 2010

In my field of paper flowers and candy clouds of lullaby
I dream on pillows of wonder in a bed of parchment roses.
Translucent hearts spin and swirl lazily above my head, in rhythm to passions song

The goddess of imaginary light illuminates hunger
dipped in raspberry devotion sprinkled with affinity.
Under a construction paper moon, silk bloom,
stimulating the sweet scent of surrender

Revealing natures' hidden treasure; a warm feeling of
contentment, infused with pleasure. A burning candle inducing ones' senses to flames, heated only enough to ignite passion.Tantalize all sights with soft, flickering hues.

Strong clear light burning steadily; sending out power and energy.Gazing in the heart of the flame, healthy and bright red core, surrounding by a blue and yellow halo. Dripping wax melted forming shape of an heart, Screaming, love is about to bloom.


6:16 PM