well not much to talk about. sorry i've not posted 4 a while. so busy @ school. we've got the 8 hours a day (really 45 minuets a class) but it's okay blog ya later
[I]Here's another chapter already. I was trying to decide if I wanted to make the next one part of this, but I think it is long enough on its own. You can likely expect that I'll have chapter 11 up in the next day or two. Enjoy, Meg[/I] Chapter 10 Philomina was flitting around a spacious dressing room pulling things from every drawer, trunk, and corner. The room looked as if a hurricane had moved through with the amount of gowns, shoes, belts, ...
Updated 01-09-2009 at 11:13 PM by applepie
butterfly kelly moore, artist starting small and trivial in a very tiny space on the surface of my palm not much bother nor distraction with subtle trickery the itch borrows power and calmly wanders to the soles of my feet restless and bewildered lucid with movement transparent to the dance ...
Well, Matchstick Man stories have gone a bit thin, I've masses of stories to tell, but no time to tell them in! I'm in the process of editing a magazine at the moment, which is taking up much of my time, but I have had time to write some poems which I haven't posted here yet, so I will, shortly. But first, the word of the day is......drum roll...... Meditation Reason being that a couple of friends and I went to a lunchtime meditation session today at ...
Out where the cotton grows ________________________________________ Down in the fields where the cotton grows. Where the irrigational system flows. Where the tallest stalks of corn grows. In a little town no bigger than my own. Out in the East where the cotton grows. Blooms no bigger than the palm of my hand. In the Delta of little ol' Arkansas. Where the cotton grows. Two hundred pounds by hands a day. Out in the sun ...
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