Sunday, April 15, 2007

Poetry


Sunday April 15, 2007


My head, it aches

My palms, they sweat

My voice and hands, they shake

My mind, it races

My eyes, they leak

My heart and soul, they break

2 comments:

-blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealot said...

Hey, you, gorgeous... Would ya mind if we nekk'd in Heaven? Think about it. God bless.

-blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealot said...

O'er 15 months and you still haven't eraserheadish it. You #@!! rock, girly!!! WooHoo!!! Now, if you like the deep, hyroglyphs of our script, perhaps you'll like this even mo, miss-totally-gorgeous: The time has come when we ALL must choose which side we stand on: doesn’t matter if you’re a Demogod or Repulsionist; doesn't matter if the filthy rich control U.S... doesn't matter if you believe in UFOs - aren't they a part of God's universe, too? We must focus on how to please God. Why? We only have 77ish years - only 2 realms after death, dude, and 1 of ‘em ain’t too cool. Choose Right, choose the Light, and win thy fight. the Warning shall come from Heaven sooner-than-you-think. I hope you’re prepared. Meet me in Heaven. God bless you.