recovering from the strange coordinates,
i meet my dearies.
more caffine,
more crap,
more crap still.
we were all tired,
yet no one wants to leave.
flu boy's annoying sinus
was the last draw.
taking the expressway,
mesmerised by the lights,
CK wondered why there are no traffic lights.
we knocked his big head.
then i had a car-full of silence.
but we were all happy.
happy happy joy joy.
reader k | 5/06/2005 10:52:00 PM |
