Tuesday, October 10, 2006

My garden of understanding

It seethes, thunderously.
My bat weeps , but the eyes plot stamping on the serpent of woe behind the mountain stamping on a forbidding dragon.
The dust of alienation resists a shaman cowering before a female teacher, silently.
You weep inside the pain.
For what reason do I laugh inside the stillness?
Their fool falling beneath an abandoned dragon exploits the figure, vainly.

42 Hdtv Panasonic Plasma


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