They observe each other.
They talk.
They meet each other.
They talk.
They get closer.
They talk.
They laugh at their talk.
They talk.
They fight at their talk.
They talk.
They talk at their talk.
They talk.
They take each other for granted.
They talk.
They get busy.
They talk.
They don't have time to talk.
They're too sleepy to talk.
They're too exhausted to talk.
They're too modern.man to talk.
They talk on occasions.
They Happy Birthday each other.
They Happy anniversary each other.
They Happy New Year each other.
They take each other for granted.
They get wrapped in the windmill.
They stop talking.
They wait for each other.
They wait for the other to talk.
They bloat with pride.
They wait for the other to talk.
They stop talking.
They take each other for granted.
They bloat with pride.
They wait for the other to talk.
They talk.
They don't know how to talk anymore.
They talk.
They don't know how to talk anymore.
They talk.
They don't know how to talk anymore.
They don't know how to talk anymore.
And then it all ends.
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Friday, February 27, 2009
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6 comments:
HAHA!
blaming it on the pride are we? :P
it is all about words...
or is it?
goddamn pride nan...goddamn pride! lol
n no, of course it's not all about words ... when we spurt words, we speak ... it doesn't necessarily mean we talk...
You are right once they stop talking, they are headed for doom. O! and you are tagged
Enough of talking...
I think they should KISS...muffle up all that chatter..
u know?!! :-u
DAMN RIGHT ~ !
ENTY GAMDA
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