

Scribbler's effortsParty's over, see me sitting, from my coffee coolly sipping, writing in the early morning like some kind of J.K.Rowling.Scribbler's efforts
Come, my scribbler's efforts witness, see my face so clean and zitless and my body trim and slender - see me drowning in my splendour!
For my own tranquilization I've let grow the speculation that in talent lies my beauty. But my gift's fictitious. I'm just stupid.


An exercise reallySome verses woven with my pains, some paper scattered on the floor. Some words that stand to keep me sane are all that's left. And nothing more.An exercise really
Beside my notebooks - just a few, a heap of pencils lie in wait to scribble down a thought or two, to trace the lines of love and hate.
They run through life's complex contour, but deviate from time to time. They draw anew because they're sure a dream is what deserves a rhyme.
Their fantasies they dress in gold, in green, in life, in art. They only do what they are told by their smiling hear


I cannot writeI cannot write, for heaven’s sake, my mind just goes astray, my words escape, my rhymes are fake, and so I sit and pray:I cannot write
Believe in me, look through my eyes, you’ll see I can be everything. I don’t need any lame disguise to hide the love I have to bring.
I’ll set my mind to the extreme, I won’t be needing no excuse. I’ll realise your every dream, if you should stay and be my muse.
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Happiness isn't good enough for me. I demand euphoria!
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Happiness isn't good enough for me. I demand euphoria!
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Happiness isn't good enough for me. I demand euphoria!
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Happiness isn't good enough for me. I demand euphoria!
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Imagination is more important than knowledge...
- Albert Einstein
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