The blue label reads "Pure Life";
The power button shines a blue light,
Showing activity
Even though it's surrounded by death.
Watercoloured sky bleeds with emotion,
The sheep are bleeting with emotion.
Her blue eyes, leaking tears
But not of laughter -
of emotion.
Blue pants
(Jeans, actually)
Are stained with tears. Of... sadness.
Blue October serenades the crying girl,
Blue notes gliding through the static,
Telling their story (of emotion)
To the (emotional) girl.
"I want to give you something I've been wanting to give to you for years: My heart."
-X&K*
*The authors of this highly ambiguous and symbolically advanced poem have changed their initials for reasons of privacy (and emotional welfare).**
**P.s. It's by Maria and me.
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My dear Catherine:
Brilliance definately comes late at night. Thanks for the weekend.
MABG
WHERE ARE THE RECOMMENDATIONS!?>!?!?!?!?!?!???
TO WHO!?!?!?!?!?
TO WHAT!>!>!>!!!?!?!?!?!??!?!
I am confused!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
eeeppppp!
Maria I simply cannot agree with your statement any more! Limits have no boundaries or no...the boundaries have no limits! There we go!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- paulson.
the recommendation was TO READ... my blog.
not to find recommendations IN my blog.
it's ok though. we love you still despite the total blondeness.
LMAO!
Catherine > Paulie Wall-E
That poem is definitely pretty cool. Starts off a little awkwardly, but really gains momentum.
And yes. Brilliance (or brilliancy, which apparently is a word.) definitely occurs late at night.
Lawren.
oyfwt.
lawren, it was a joke :P
but! mrs. timmerman always taught us (or rather, demonstrated to us)that brilliance is in the mind of the beholder.
so thank you for finding brilliance in the non-sensical ramblings of two sleep deprived girls.
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