Hold that dynamite
That I call words
Close to your head
As I light the wick
Each cylindrical stick
Is
A verse, a word
Intended
And made
To do one thing:
Blow
Your
Mind.
-Dante
Contemplations From A Black Star Citizen.
Contemplations From A Black Star Citizen.
Hold that dynamite
That I call words
Close to your head
As I light the wick
Each cylindrical stick
Is
A verse, a word
Intended
And made
To do one thing:
Blow
Your
Mind.
-Dante
O.D. 
BOOM!!!
Check the floor around you for pieces of my mind and brain matter.
Haha 😀 here comes the biggest paradox of a statement: I’m happy your brain got blown 🙂
Hope you don’t mind, but I shared this one on face book… yup, I did!
I don’t mind at all 🙂
Bueno!
Hey Dante… just to inform you… I nominated you for a blogger award… check my current post for the details…
ramblingsofnekaaar.wordpress.com
*salute*
Im honored you’d consider my blog, thank you. I’ll make a post once I have an abundance of time, gotta search for nominees and all (and I have yet to do so for my prior award *gulp*)
Haha… I know what you mean…
I wish you all the luck in the world and some more…
Hehe I’ll need it …