My two personal attendants. Imported from India and Malaysia. Why are they not fanning me?
No food for them that night.
TWo of us conjuring up a slightly perverse look. Something we are rather and proudly good at.
Ok Through the looking glass. Somewhere I cannot threaten their safety.
Me and my prominient red shoes. I wonder if our agreed trip to thailand will work out.
How about doing some business?
nothing could aptly describe. no one can rightly challenge. no soul could seemly defy. welcome to my world. where i make the rules and you stick by them.
About Me
- a name no longer mentioned
- Standing by, All the way. Here to help you through your day. Holding you up, When you are weak, Helping you find what it is you seek. Catching your tears, When you cry. Pulling you through when the tide is high. Absorbing your voice When you talk. Standing by when you learn to walk. Just being there, Through thick and thin, All just to say, you are my friend.
Saturday, June 17, 2006
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