I don't have to poem nothing, unless I want to write something. I don't even have to think, must less let an eye wink. These words I ink, are words I don't even think.
Since I'm not thinking, I must not be inking. My hands are operating, but there's no brain negotiating. Sure I have this poeming habit, but I will not hop like a rabbit.
Everythings on zero, I no longer need a hero. Nothing from something, leaves zero from nothing. This space should be void, or am I just paranoid?
Love TinkWa
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)