December 29, 2015

a stranger.

Bismillah.

"I'm ready!" I brought up the idea as my mom mentioned "extremist" and "terrorist".
No. I am not.
It is not as scrambling eggs on a hot pan at high heat randomly and toss them as soon they appear to have right color sum up with the karamah intuition. Nah,this is way random.
And it is not about keeping one by side to live as a king-shadow "read:manipulate"
or shield our fear "read:angel"
neither to be regarded literary as exigent and momentous.

It is scripted on a perpetual revolution of contemporary paper.
which is it doesn't hurt to exhaust the feature of right brain,
hoping for an extreme continuity,
but the vessels mess up all ways round,
that the probability to succeed is as failing.

cos i have no idea what i write 

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