Old memory’s haunting dream,
a fertile seed within sweet fruit,
it now grows beyond my realm,
and I, but the shadow of ghosts.
~Sunit 4.1.08
January 4th, 2008 § 2
Old memory’s haunting dream,
a fertile seed within sweet fruit,
it now grows beyond my realm,
and I, but the shadow of ghosts.
~Sunit 4.1.08
December 24th, 2007 § 0

Democracy blooms in Siam,
pig-head flowers with corrupted leafs,
millions of fools water it with ignorance,
’til they all died of its sweet poison.