Feeble, frail, rancid and alive

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Stand in the highest ground the horizon could provide
Inhale all the GOOD oxygen you can exhale
Lift your arms, let your body breathe
Feel the breeze blowing under your triceps
Glorify God
Lose all your energy
Die
Let your shoulders drift in contrast and in harmony with the current of life
The oasis we call salvation will either be a fountain to quench our thirst or a mirage to break our hearts
You see...it's the grasses that eat cows after all

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11.10.2005

My Cute Little Snow Flake

Touch my lips with yours then read it.
Cut you out with oxygen, feel me around your triceps
Enjoy fingers running through your scalp as you palm the comb
Show me the labyrinth of your thoughts as I engrave my tomb

...with your name.

My cute little snow flake
Breathe into me and give me life.

grasseseatcows
11/10/2005 05:45:00 PM

HOWARD SANTOS

3- AB PoS. Ateneo De Manila University
March 14 1987. Pisces
Uhhh.

feeble. frail. rancid. alive.