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Friday, March 17, 2006
Blogmarathon Day Three -- Multi-tasker I'm a fruit basket. I strive to be everything. Of colours, of taste. Of different sensations to the touch. Of value and quality. Of variety. Of goodness, and freshness that blankets the rottens. The vile rottens that in turn bites the hand that feeds. Of the forbidden and the nourishing. Ambitious beyond the basket. Sometimes defeated, and numbed from the fate in the freezer. Frozen fresh fruits. Triple threat, with a hint of irony. Frozen and fresh? Frozenfresh? Freshly frozen? But ultimately fruitish. Maybe that's all that matters. Survival of the fittest fruits. He who shines most, wins. He who stands up high (and steps on others and stabs when no one's looking) gets to be picked first. Then devoured. First impression, first taste, first sensation. His fate lies in those three firsts. I'm a fruit basket, spilling over. I'm a fruit basket, splitting open. I'm a fruit basket, and i carry many rotten treasures. fara // 02:28 |