Friday, April 15, 2011

Yellow Pagoda Skirt


Bright-yellow-early-morning shock, cascading from your sylphlike hips right down to skimming-the-ground. Forming four or five pagoda roofs in its wind-swept flow. Something sacrosanct must dwell under it, but (before I can stick around for an un-defiled duel) the demon driving behind blows his evil horn to move me along, and I can only think to write about you.

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  1. Hmmm! God only knows what you saw. Next time don't just imagine, call... and to avoid the 'evil horn' you can park for some time... lol.

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  2. hahahhahaha... i believe i was the "demon" behind you, didn't understand why you were cruising so slowly, if i had a hint i would have been more patient, so i could read the alternative ending to this piece... jk.

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  3. Well written, this.

    @Nana Fredua, lol

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  4. These sightings will soon be my reason for getting on a flight to Gh

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