creativity is not,
merely a tool,
nor an action,
it is the unleashing of ideas,
the creating of dreams,
the colour in life's palette,
the soft breeze that cools,
the warm blanky,
the oxygen that gives us life,
the blood that courses through our veins,
or rather,
put simply,
the author,
the artist,
the actor,
the director,
the crayon-wielding kindergarten kiddy,
the designer,
the baker,
or,
even simpler,
i,
me,
you,
they,
them,
us,
all of us.

a new saga has dawned.
too many of old and new,
yet the mix is dashing to see.
without a taste,
who will know
yet to taste is too hard for sure.
having fermented for years in the cellar,
the sudden switch is welcome yet not.
compelled to do it no matter what,
the spoon travels slowly to the mouth.
sweet sour bitter hot
disgusting yet tasty
the spoon returns for another load
condemned to do so til the end of time.

spontaneous may be good,
or then again,
taking all ways seriously,
may be bad.
why am i writing in verse,
that i myself don't even,
understand,
or perhaps i know,
just the subconcious,
or concious.
the heart has,
valves and atria and ventricles,
john crawfurd was resident after raffles,
natural increase=birth rate-death rate
(a+b)squared=(a+b)(a+b)
what did stacey potter see,
Macduff and Duncan,
art=creativity,
somewhere, west side story,
宽容=负荆请罪
文史=杜甫,李商隐
pulled muscles and lung failure,
all simply because,
we live.

yay. bery vice indeed.

*note: any mispelling above were totally intended.*

**thankyou for your cooperation, grammar police**

affirmative. it is working. yay!

dudettes. is this even working?

IS THIS TAGBOARD REALLY WORKING?

apparently after you tag you have to refresh it. for me anyway.

someone remind me again are we supposed to write a 200word post or a few posts adding up to 200 words?

zipdeeda.

translated-lalala

anyway, i m bored. or maybe not. you will NEVER know the correct answer!!! *evil laughter*

fillet of a fenny snake,
in the cauldron boil and bake,
eye of newt and toe of frog,
wool of bat and tongue of dog,
adder's fork and blindworm's sting,
lizard's leg and howlet's wing,
for a charm of powerful trouble,
like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

gah!

when creativity flows,
i would like,
some much-needed,
privacy.
so why the lipids,
stand guard behind,
peeking and prying,
and making me mad.


finally.

this blog is even better than my old one.

*start of random exclamation*

YAY!

*end of random exclamation*


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