Quit writing Or Quit smoking Or Quit being Or Quit having Or Quit loving Or Quit living this way, For the sake of every correct name on Starbucks' cups and the people's hullabaloo.
KAKI EMPAT (Rough Sript) I’m walking down, almost crawling, a half meter from the ground, walking with four feet but without the wings God promised me. I’m walking nowhere yet everywhere, seeking for some human’s garbage to eat, my lifestyle is low price. I’m walking through a building that human’s dying to call as fancy restaurant, which I see nothing fancy about being individualistic, nothing glamour about eating foods that are priced twice of the waiters’ salary and nothing elegant about getting dressed well just to fulfill one of living creature’s necessary to continue living. There is a woman in front of me while I’m ripping a big black plastic bag near the garbage can, she doesn’t notice me, but I do cause we notice more than humans do, she looks flustered in between the choices whether she comes in or not, human is so confusing, I would have been inside if I were in her shoes. I mean you don’t have to worry if the owners kick you out or they flush on you with dirty wate...
We ran through the edge of the cove That we thought it was a hollow cove But spectacularly we missed the core A pelican said it was a seashore We moved so far away Merculiarly At a sunny place we stayed Unobstructedly And I wasn't sure where were we Sweetheart please remind me I want to be there again And play no pretend Get a vision from the lighthouse Fascinating what can radiance cause All the soaked marine in kerosine Sign that we won't be quarantined Oh I'm in agony Have lost my anatomy Would you like to heal me? The last puzzle of my insecurity We are at the coastline To see the sun paints the sky Stow your love with me Seal to our own alterity
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