thou shalt not conform when thou could blaze thy own path..

Another Pieces of Me

I always wanted to kiss him silly..
With his little button nose..
And little pouty lips..

Then I woke up..
And saw saliva on the pillow..
And he was sprawled on the floor..

Next thing I know..
They draw borders around his body..
Using white silky chalk..

Carried him away..
On cold hard stone..
With birds chirping on a really nice day..

Now I will always miss his little button nose..
And little pouty lips..
And dream a little dream.



Every morning me and my sis has a ritual.

We'd drive down the road from our condo to the lrt, looking for target to practice our morning mood.

I'd go, "Please dun drive like tat, uncle, see how you'd feel if I ram u down with my kenari."

And my sis would go, "YEA, STUPID!" at the top of her lung at some unfortunate stranger..with the window scrolled up.

It was 6.45 am in the morning..too early for morning coffee and too late for cursing.

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posted by M.E.  # 9:03 AM

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