Pondering of the next new dance line
The next new ramba, the waltz, the twist,
In which I may study
To work off the stupidity I had gained
From eating to much lazy food off the list
Of things I hoped not to miss
As the fears will pass for 5 more years
Of a birth of my awakening to another meaning
Of the vintage cause
Of the fine fine, beauty
In which I call 'The New, On Sale only 50 bunks for nine.'

No more sunshine raining down on my head
No more rays of water tanning my skin
Of all of those days in books I've read
Sure my heart will tin up and pin down to a

Low life storyboard
Lifted by celebs so high
Oh what was the In Style sopposed to be for?
I thought I'd read calamity but -
Ah, I'm way to late
It's been a quarter passing half till 8
I lay here and watch you wait for me
Under the nerd tree

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HA! If you managed to read through it all, then hey, I congratulate you in your latest earnings. I'm on the verge of figuring out what is my next new kind of art. Currently, I've been interested in Vintage art peices, typography, photography, and using photoshop. Is that my new interest this year?
Also, I've been interested in designing clothing. I don't know why, but I do.

...MILK CHOCOLATE COMES FROM CHOCOLATE COWS!!!....

Anyway, hungry, I want coke, I'm thinking about what I'm going to do over my school trip for a whole week up in Moganshan, and... yeah.. I guess that's it.

Buh-Bye my Duckies
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