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c Saturday, February 9, 2008 ' 10:31:00 AM d

i hear his little chants
calling me
it's calling me
steal me from sleep
draw me from sanity
nourish me

the strings

i will not quit
not later
not now

~aishayang~





The Girl Y

1 2 buckle my shoe
3 4 shut the door
5 6 pick up sticks
7 8 lay them straight
9 10 a big fat hen

which the butcher increased the price of



Time Check Y

Swan River colony

Tumasek



Say it... Y



Fascinate Me Y

sisTas
~didy~
Bucci
fahima

lifeLines
ladywavez
teacherRos
dianNiza

in case of insanity or boredom
melissa au
melissa usa
nando's
into Camelot
ozziepostcards
candy addict
food down under
turkish cook
us us