Friday, July 10, 2009

The slippery land of ! to ? to ! to ?

My life, how funny games come forwards, to teach me little but of clueless me. Lost and found in a sea of all. It's a cross between I know and I know not. Coz' everytime I think I know, I find out that I don't, still I do and thus my boat eclipses among phantoms of certainty. And miss merry-go-round keeps spinning.

- Why is everywhere written together and every time not?

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