Friday, 28 August 2009
And at the gate of the embassy our hands met through the bars
my eggs are sad, but i am not because there is a boy in my kitchen making salad.
inside my heart there is a box of spray cans. when it explodes it is going to paint the word LOVE! in every colour on every surface it touches and it will be beautiful.
but for now i am taking a lot of photographs and smiling a lot.
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feel bad for your eggs
ReplyDeletebut feel happy for you.
hi red
ReplyDeletenice eggs
;)
ReplyDeleteword verification: 'picarmo' - my Italian puppet boyfriend