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Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Roses are red, red roses. hmmm....

Ah yes, the rose. Romantic for is deep rouge, yes underneath the fleshy petals that quiver with the slightest tough, hides the waiting daggers that want to draw blood. Disaster beneath the pink softness of vulnerability. Why? Oh why? WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!
*sniffle* Sorry guys I don't know if I can do this tonight. I'm gonna, I'm gonna over...there....


  • Tony,

    Roses may be Red, but don't forget that The Beast is Blue - and to paraphrase one of the great bards of our time, "It's not easy being... Blue" :)

    If you feel the need to talk to somebody, feel free to contact me.

    Yours Sincerely,
    Dr. Henry P. McCoy

    By Blogger Beast, at 4:42 AM  

  • Such a line, it would make any woman swoon into your arms. I hope you post often and soon.

    By Blogger Noran, at 7:42 PM  

  • On the one hand, I want to be nice about your poetry. On the other, it's sickeningly sentimental and I'm kind of cynical.

    By Blogger Dream, at 5:07 PM  

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    By Blogger geo razzaq, at 1:20 PM  

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