let me first preface,
with an acknowledgment
of the total geek out,
shortly to follow,
but sometimes it’s necessary
to hear the songs of zelda
playing in one’s head,
as strength develops,
to the sound of my hearts,
and i’ll face another boss
and shoot my master sword,
then round out the game
by saving my lady’s day,
sending ganon back
to the dark world from which he came,
all metaphorically of course.
Day: December 9, 2010
Love is
poetryYou speak but
every time you
open your mouth
I can smell the rot
and I can fell you fading
and I get this ache
in the base of my being
and I can not touch you
with these fingers,
I fear your sick will spoil me,
but I wish I could
hold you close and
squeeze the ichor from you.
time with you behind walls in pouring rain
poetrya couple of cups of oolong
perfectly suit the minutes we prolong
几杯乌龙
配种让长
Holy crap my English inspiration has actually been outpaced. I suppose it was time. This is effing brilliant in Chinese by the way.
the sieve and the sand 