In court, versus Adam.
I see a witch. You see an angel.
I smell a fish. You smell a flower.
I hear a scream. You hear a tone.
I curse the demon. You eat the apple.
Is it the obnoxious cynical me or the blinded-olfactory dysfunctional-tone deaf-in love you?
Time. It seems to be our only judge.
Januari 30, 2009 at 5:55 pm
aku pengen makan jus apel
Februari 13, 2009 at 8:19 am
makan apel apa minum jus apel?