Nice poem Luther.
Was a big flash in the sky just now.
Nice poem Luther.
Was a big flash in the sky just now.
“To practice any art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow. So do it.”
- Kurt Vonnegut
Touch, I remember touch
Pictures came with touch
A painter in my mind
Tell me what you see
A tourist in a dream
A visitor it seems
A half-forgotten song
Where do I belong?
Tell me what you see
I need something more
Kiss
Suddenly alive
Happiness arrive
Hunger like a storm
How do I begin?
A room within a room
A door behind a door
Touch, where do you lead?
I need something more
Tell me what you see
I need something more
(Home..)
Hold on
If love is the answer you're home.
Touch
Sweet touch
You've given me too much to feel
Sweet touch
You've almost convinced me I'm real
I need something more
I need something.. more
I'm losing all those stupid games
That I swore I'd never play
Quit smoking cigarettes. I feel like each of my cells all throughout my body and my brain are being cruelly and relentlessly assailed by nanotechnological torture devices. There is no feeling to compare. Not a migraine, not a hangover, not a broken-heart. What I feel now can be no less worse than the very fires of hell. I am in room 101.
Serves me right for picking up the pointless pernicious habit in the first place.
Last edited by Darcy88; 06-18-2013 at 02:56 PM.
“To practice any art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow. So do it.”
- Kurt Vonnegut
Just watching World leaders of the G8 trying to walk confidently but not seeming too pushy, purposefull though relaxed, looking into the far distance like men of vision, and NO MINCING!!
Obama gets it right, Cameron looks like he's been practising, Putin couldn't care less.
Last edited by prendrelemick; 06-18-2013 at 05:21 PM.
ay up
Putin doesn't care less; why should he? That man has more political nous than Cameron, Obama and all the others put together.Originally Posted by prendrelemick
"L'art de la statistique est de tirer des conclusions erronèes a partir de chiffres exacts." Napoléon Bonaparte.
"Je crois que beaucoup de gens sont dans cet état d’esprit: au fond, ils ne sentent pas concernés par l’Histoire. Mais pourtant, de temps à autre, l’Histoire pose sa main sur eux." Michel Houellebecq.
Details please.....If you've recovered!
ay up
Post-break-up partying. Showed up for Father's Day breakfast still hammered. Good thing Dad thought it was hilarious.
Current thought: Nothing like a tomcat with a blocked urethra to make your day feel long...
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
Waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
In all that I could never overcome?
I hate the sun! The weather has been very 'good' today, to hot to stay inside so I have been doing some work on my garden furniture and I feel dirty. Sun makes me feel dirty, being outside, dirty. Did manage to read a few chapters though under my sun-umbrella thingy on very good looking chairs.
I hope death is joyful, and I hope I'll never return -Frida Khalo
If I seem insensitive to what you are going through, understand it's the way I am- Mr. Spock
Personally, I think that the unique and supreme delight lies in the certainty of doing 'evil'–and men and women know from birth that all pleasure lies in evil. - Baudelaire
Pub quiz tonite! yes! (it's the little things that I LIKE!)
I usually do too but I'd take some sun right about now. The perpetual drizzle in Vancouver has a way of making you feel like you're always covered in a thin layer of slime.
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"Personal note: When I was a little kid my mother told me not to stare into the sun. So once when I was six, I did. At first the brightness was overwhelming, but I had seen that before. I kept looking, forcing myself not to blink, and then the brightness began to dissolve. My pupils shrunk to pinholes and everything came into focus and for a moment I understood. The doctors didn't know if my eyes would ever heal."
-Pi
My grand-mother gave me a photograph of my grand-father taken in the year 1929. A professional photographer happened to be driving past the family's rural Saskatchewan property when he saw my grand-father, aged 5 or 6 at the time, cradling his dog before a scene of white wintry wonder. He has a markedly madonna-like aspect to his face in the photo, his hands gently round the dog as though it were the baby Jesus. Sounds strange but not when seen. Apparently the photo was in Maclean's Magazine, but I've not seen the issue. I'll try to scan it and post it. It is very cool.
“To practice any art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow. So do it.”
- Kurt Vonnegut
Do you know why I am the smartest person in the world? I'll tell you why I am the smartest person in the world.
I got hot sauce on my tool.
My cat just got skunked. Worst.
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
Waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
In all that I could never overcome?
Driveway looks empty with the truck gone (sigh).
Time to feed the outdoor critters.
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
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