(from Twain) "a dash-dash-dash-dashed cross between a..."
(from Twain) "a dash-dash-dash-dashed cross between a..."
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Haha!
A mad dash
:::::::::::::
to the finish line.
"You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life."
To go wrong in one's own way is better than to go right in someone else's" - Dostoevksy
punctaution!
Oh I get it! Tricky little Miss T......
End.
As in end of it all...
"You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life."
To go wrong in one's own way is better than to go right in someone else's" - Dostoevksy
...open...
"Where mind meets matter, both should woo!"Currently reading:
* Paradise Lost by John Milton
inviting...
the luminous grass of the prairie hides
feet lovely and still as sleeping doves,
porcelain bones strong enough to carry a life,
but weighty and unmovable
As black Dakota hills. ~ Riesa
warm. . . .
"Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."
...cozy....
"...if you weren't smart enough to get a pedophile in a dress to put a small amount of water on the child’s forehead, then what the eff did you think was going to happen?
cuddly......
I am the music floating free, I am the puppet trapped in the box... I am the cascades flowing tranquilly, I am the lava bursting from the mouth of the volcano... I am the rose blooming in a winter storm, I am the frost-bite on your finger in June... I am knowledge, I am ignorance... I am full of likenesses, I am full of contradictions.
~Me
babies
Originally Posted by Riesa
the luminous grass of the prairie hides
feet lovely and still as sleeping doves,
porcelain bones strong enough to carry a life,
but weighty and unmovable
As black Dakota hills. ~ Riesa
marble(semi translucent skin)
deus ex machina
...alabaster...
"Where mind meets matter, both should woo!"Currently reading:
* Paradise Lost by John Milton
purfume (its the next word in a poem containing the word alabaster)
deus ex machina
flowery...
the luminous grass of the prairie hides
feet lovely and still as sleeping doves,
porcelain bones strong enough to carry a life,
but weighty and unmovable
As black Dakota hills. ~ Riesa
Gloomy......
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