Dear. Miss Paris Hilton

: Voice-mu


Your voice is always loud but cheerful. Sometimes
Such as empty cans loud sound. Talk to me
Tetralogy Pram thick novel. Or moaning
about your libido a berpendaran
Along the Road Post

This time, the sound of your chattering about the tongue
Your tongue is nimble and magical. Have conjured
Not a thousand wild-eyed snake, so board members
Representatives of the people who curse. You're magic
Mind like a good fairy. Facing you I'm always
Want tawaf immediately. Then drank wine while
Calling 99 names of the Most Venerable

Pearl, I now roll dazed and intoxicated
The sky where all the charm began, as has been
Spilling all meshes had
I'm so mad, possessed by lust barrage
Moderate your voice is loud but cheerful
Menjelama striptease dancers to be baptized

Pearl, I do not know why your voice is so
Passionate when told the price of meat and milk
I see your tongue always stuck out like a tractor
Are always thirsty demolish strongholds
Confidence. Sanity so tangled, and I liked
Ramble: your actual breast tiny
However, always calling and plunges
Pace began to fall, leading to the valley
I felt my legs begin to enter the mangrove forest
You always make up before the full moon passes

Your voice Pearl, tells the story of the cave ban
Ascetics who attended perennial, gaping and thirst
I want to get there, to predict the fate
Just as travelers stop by eternal
As nomads are upset, without a map and ideals
In the cave the ban, I want to drink wine
Dance and worship


Jakarta, 2010