Sebastian and Zulu wrote a poem once over msn when we were working so hard.
she clicks
she sticks
she's the beginnings of a poem
she's the echo of a bomb
she's hidden away
she's coming out in a round-about sort of way
she's exploding on the front page news
she's running away for better views
she never asked for more than what her hands could hold
she's run so far she'll never get cold
she's fearless in the mist of fear
she's walking down right off the pier
she's diving into an destiny of unknowns
she'll never bow to their king, but she’ll wear the best of their crowns
she'll take the territory
she's a cut from the quarry
she won't tame her heart
because she is His art. /or/
all in all she is His art. /or/
she'll never glorify a fart /or/
our poem ends to cries of, "Tart! She's a tart!"

we never really decided the ending.