witch baby (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} filmcanister) wrote,@ 2008-05-28 22:44:00 |
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credit: piper
the water in the teapot begins to boil.
i am trying to see how many spit bubbles
i can fit on my tongue.
i'm not counting, and that is not the point.
there is a haiku written on my back in lipstick
by a stranger i met over the internet.
i dont know what it says.
but that is not the point.
you and i both wake up with the dawn.
it is like an experimental film.
shall we spin out life in our fiery raptures?
shall we stay in bed?
the water in the teapot begins to boil.
i am trying to see how many spit bubbles
i can fit on my tongue.
i'm not counting, and that is not the point.
there is a haiku written on my back in lipstick
by a stranger i met over the internet.
i dont know what it says.
but that is not the point.
you and i both wake up with the dawn.
it is like an experimental film.
shall we spin out life in our fiery raptures?
shall we stay in bed?
