Plopism

By. A. Randi

Today my heart is smeared disappointed. It really crop disappointment. A wave of affection for their sensitivity has peck at the ends of the ghostly. Everything began to glow blank. Reveals the pitch at the temple impermeable silence. Looks beautiful grin from your lips are not screened. Parse the imprisoned soul destitute. I hear your faint chortled merrily dangling loose. Blaring. Giggling. Howl. I began to dread not clamped high. Goosebumps. Shivering. Choked. Fear.

Simak

Baca secara fonetik

I can only sink in the sunken whirlpool love you sow into laraku corners that had been blocked by intransigence. O the Dinda. You opiate me with meaningful intimacy. On each string of words that revealed the incandescence of peace, as if the liver contains a beauty sighs intercourse. But it's just swish falsehood, that you breathed in the ears of my conscience. You chisel in such a way with a colorful rainbow in the shoot day. Oh, how sweet durian that this collapse. How little seriousness intention imprinted on the face of wistful romance that. Oh God, here's a thousand tricks. Similar thousand Dasamuka. Perhaps.

"Plop!"

One by one moment please start falling. Switching flying carpet doubt embarrassed. Troubled. Restless. Frantic. Really you have to boil my tears sementah-raw. Until he left. No loose. And no-clear granules heavenly dew again. Gibbering mess. Alas craze.

Dinda. Have you prepared the soul coffin for me? For your Kanda weak hearts. Unable to scream with rage. Unable to tear up the sky to fall apart irregular. Could not trample lies by lies that went on the catwalk days we've been through. When the afternoon to pick up twilight, the morning and evening wash. With a little drizzle.

"Plop!"

The word love is not reinforced. Just beautiful to look at. Poured. Remembered. Then disappear without a rest. While cunning come incarnated as a diamond. Beautiful. Away at once deadly. Is there is hidden in your soul. There. Along with the evidence. Also witness and sat his case.

Ah, it's useless massaging a piercing longing soul. Not mean it's indulgence in the pages of history. No order to present the apology, if one continues to thee worship. Foolish not to be disclosed. No responsible, do not be served.

Kanda is not a prosecutor to not have to sue. Kanda is not a ghost until you need not fear. Kanda is also not a vagrant until he needed to explore the thrown. Kanda is human. Human. Ordinary hurt. Ordinary praised. Ordinary hated. Ordinary disappointed.

"Plop!"

Kanda is not a prosecutor to not have to sue. Kanda is not a ghost until you need not fear. Kanda is also not a vagrant until he needed to explore the thrown. Kanda is human. Human. Ordinary hurt. Ordinary praised. Ordinary hated. Ordinary disappointed.

"Plop!"

"Hey! Who is inside? Turns! I'm dying for a shit! "

"Ok, ok! I was cleaning up! It also is finished, really! "

Leaves the bathroom door creaked. Open. Kanda out. Smiling with satisfaction. Satisfied spew his pain. Satisfied vent restless. Lightly. Relief. And relax.

"Why just on the inside? So long?!! "

"Just meditation!"

"What???!!!"

Notes:

Durian = a kind of prickly fruit that tastes delicious in Indonesia 
Dasamuka = villain, the enemy of Rama in the Ramayana story from India & Indonesia