True is a God who could be man’s best friend.
There are the green grids from my matrix dream.
Synchs are coincidences without an end.
My secret pill will lead me to the stream.
My opinion tells me we are all the same.
Two dings from two dongs lead me to believe.
My choice is a game without Fame or Blame.
At night, one hour copters were a peeve.
Another attempt at Lento.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Original publication:
- Saturday February 17, 2007 – 03:58pm (PST)
- http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-dnUjQOc3d781ikU0mI08nijRTLA-?cq=1&p=39
Hello Flynn, nice, and good luck!