I am a lover....yes,
Indeed...
No excuses...
Poor, broken...with a stroke in my back...I still...have my how-Lee, bruce-Lee
Jacky Chang hands in area LIKE message and healing Of places...the broken and the untouchable...((never hear of! !))
the inflation
made me more than
ARR-tiste in my own area....
as a matter of fact,
my hands can make 3D tatoo....with media features....
facebook, myspace....google search engine.....big dream
to control the world....
without needles.....burns....and pain.....
Pain is another name for happiness.....
bay-bee
you bee
or not;
you will see happiness
as you asked for and more
then you will seed the pain
cause you did not earn happiness....
cause you are a traditional sushi....
and need to learn the sushiness....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem