Mamad Purbo

Counting for Lovers + Bonus: Useful Self-denial

One is for two waiting to happen.
Two is for longing to be one.
Three is for two arms wrapped around a neck.
Four is for two lips locking.
Five is for fucking. (Why?)
Six is for no reason why.
And so fucking on.

Nothingness is all there is.
Emptiness rocks.
Me so zen all day long.