FREEDOM is a feeling you celebrate with the world.Let's make cakes not weapons. Let's visit the plastic surgeon & replace our arms with wings,this may cost a lot of money. LOVE is a disease we all want to catch. Walk up to strangers on the street & sneeze love germs in their faces.Then simply wait for their love to HIT YOU BACK. SATISFACTION is a meal made of fat dreams. Buy a stranger a milkshake in exchange for a smile. Or let's start eating more animals,because vegetables have feelings too.
posted by Joy at 1:02 PM
What is JoyJerms up to these days..? hmm. Still on my way to become the bestest bestest oboe player that i can be. aaaand....still on a mission convert the rest of the world to Ravel Worshippers, cause what matters is beauty, not truth -- now, do you believe me?!Currently Joyous is living in Auckland, spending her days scraping away at oboe reeds, practicing her Gillet studies, in between which she cant help but remind herself that what she does is never enough. This leads her to believe in the disillusionment that she has taken up an addictive hobbie of reed-making during her spare time, or more precisely, that she has no spare time at all, especially to keep a blogginess and watch SpongeBob SquarePants. now aint that just dandy?? :P
1 Comments:
what? that it will smell? of coz sewer smells.
but the poem i think is pretty. and for your information i didnt write the poem.
i dont know who did.
i'v started writing poems tho. so strange.
now words come to me a lot quicker.
weird weird weird!
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