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Tuesday, August 08, 2006

An ode.

Your curves are of such divinity, that my fingertips would risk the world trying to navigate them. And when those brave fingertips travel across your body in just the way you want it, the twinkle in your eyes can light up a dark room.

Just when I least expect it, you sing little nothings to me, and when I most need it, you whisper sweet, gentle words into my ear.

And when ..

Ah, fuck it, I'm talking about my phone. I got a new phone --the Sony Ericsson W800i-- and it is a glorious little piece of machinery.

I love my phone. I've asked it to marry me. It didn't answer; I got the voicemail.

Cheers

5 Comments:

Blogger Pep said...

"... It's hard to control myself, ta hold myself, from jumpin on ya like I wanna, like I wanna..."

"... zzzu zzzu zzzu zzzu zzzu, zzzu zzzu zzzu, zzzu zzzu zzzu zzzu zzzu zzzu, zzzu zzzu zzzu zzzu zzzu zzzu zzzu, zzzu zzzu zzzu zzzu zzzu zzzu zzzu zzzu!"

Ahem.

:)

5:54 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

those phones always remind me of Aero bars..

9:32 pm  
Blogger The Snakehead said...

So you're turning into one of those pretentious prick who suffered from 'blackberry thumbs'. Congratulations.

3:17 pm  
Blogger Martin said...

Three comments, and not one that I actually understand - what are you people talking about?!

Cheers

7:14 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Figures a Dutchman would like an orange phone.

10:20 pm  

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