Wine and Cardigans: Flower close ups, they're sick.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Flower close ups, they're sick.

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AnonymousFebruary 15, 2011 at 8:07 PM
they are über gorgeous!
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Dori the GiantFebruary 15, 2011 at 9:34 PM
That's nuts!!!
I want one, keep them for everr. :)

Did you find out who it was?

P.S. Make my plugs soon!!
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EweFebruary 16, 2011 at 12:04 AM
No clue who it is. Free cake tho MMmm, and it's not poisoned! Its got like a pound of caramel in it! So gooood!

P.S. I will work on them on Friday.
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Stale crumbs sitting on time,
born into a stew of spit and grime,
wheeling in crates of carcasses and drugs,
the mixture sweats and begins its hugs.
Cupcakes grow big and look like three or two,
the hug walks into a wall,
confused,
it stares at a shoe.
Visions of a new world flood the disguise,
a head falls out and opens its eyes,
the figure stumbles and sheds its past,
it's a new year and everything is happening fast.
Thoughts are so loud it can't hear its voice,
a body wearing the other shoe helps with the choice.
Two figures jump,
nobody knows,
of the secrets they built into a frozen rose.
They fall past and through inside and out,
a new mind, a thought, a scream a shout.
Owners of a fresh skin,
model: happy,
the two figures run away with a new sin,
no need to feel crappy.
Their rich cravings breed a new set of crumbs,
this time,
born into a stew of rainbows and tums.