like a piano
like my hair is now
and like a zebra, because zebras are what you think of when someone refers to black and white.
there is no room for grey anymore.
hot or cold
left or right
shadows or light
black or white
black may be licorice, ebony, charcoal, or midnight
white is pristine, eggshell, ivory, or vanilla
but they are two very different things and they do not bleed together
there is no middle ground
whoever heard of a licorice and eggshell sandwich?
that is something to be vehemently rejected, and spewed from one's mouth.
I love God or I hate Him.
I love Him.
posted by Jules @ Monday, October 25, 2004
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I check MSN everynight
everynight I check
waiting for her to log on
waiting...
When shall we connect again
in the cyber world
or on the phone
I don't know
but this I know...
I miss her.
Come back to me nubers
Life is empty without you.
Good Times.
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