Tell me, O Son, what be bothering you?
Tell me of all your troubles.
Tell me all.
Tell I shall, but would you help?
Tell I shall, and I want to.
Tell I shall, certainly.
Ask me, O son, for words of counsel.
Ask me for knowledge.
Ask Son, ask.
Ask I would, but I won't.
Ask I would, but why should I?
My orisons, when, would remain unanswered.
Vex not, your mind, for yours is the peace.
Vex not, your mind, for yours is the glory.
Weird be the world, weirder be the people.
Vex not, your self, for I'm with you.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
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Whaaaa?
Whoooo?
Whaaaa?
Don't bother. Lets just say I wasn't completely in my senses and that doesn't necessarily mean I was drunk or stoned.
Deepness.
Depth.
Vertical drift.
Drop.
You know..
Should I go on?
I don't know whether to be :) , :D , :( , or :| .
oh! new look!
and spacey man. damn spacey.
Dont do anything. That'd be best for all of us. I might just hack the head off anybody who dares to smile in front of rt now. But then, can see you sad too, can I, my blushing pink deng?
I love it sick to my toes.
That means, in a good, good way.
@ Suchi : U can't see me sad or u can? Whether I'm a blushing pink Deng depends on which of the two was on ur mind. :)
Oh and btw, frickin' hot stuff. :)
@ Sharanya : :) and some more.
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