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Itsy Dipsy Spider Trying To Get Higher

"Don't wish upon the stars... for stars themselves are made out of wishes."

I guess the problem with human mind "my mind" is; it acts more like a spiderweb. The heart, well my heart, is the spider. Every little thought or information is the catch... and this spider... sometimes can't tell whether the catch is edible or not. Poor little spider. 

Sure it's gonna be a mess if all the bugs and flies stuck on the web are left uneaten. But that doesn't mean you should just scrap them all in my dear spidey. That's okay. A web doesn't last very long anyway. They gonna fall down, and you gonna have to keep fixing and rebuilding it.

Every bug you've swallowed isn't gone. They become a part of you. and that's the problem, when the catch is poisonous.

But hey, you're not just any spider. Don't fall sick so easily. Let some of the catches left embedded in the web, thicken and strengthen the structure of the weave. You! don't eat them! You're not just any spider. You're a Tarantula. 
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Anonymous said…
full of metaphors...

-insidious comer-
June 5, 2011 at 8:54 PM
Anonymous said…
that pseudonym is too familiar :)
June 6, 2011 at 1:59 AM
Anonymous said…
too familiar to who? maybe it just coincidence :)

-insidious comer-
June 6, 2011 at 12:41 PM
Anonymous said…
ada ym tak?
June 8, 2011 at 12:21 AM
Anonymous said…
ym ada. but I usually don't add/approve strangers.
June 8, 2011 at 8:39 PM
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