i wish i could die
peering over the obscure
wandering the span
i wish i could die
peering over the obscure
wandering the span
wandering the span
for years now and no less than
a decade has passed....
.
...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
a decade has passed
and also a millennium
october parades
se non e vero, e molto ben'trovato
October parades
Brings the winter days and months
Onslaught of Christmas.
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
onslaught of christmas
barrage of small munitions
silver bells drive by
se non e vero, e molto ben'trovato
Silver bells drive by
Joyful sounds of holliday
Winter wonderland
FRANCISCO
For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart.
Hamlet Act I Scene I
Winter wonderland
sprinkled with blood and brains and
guts from slaughtered sheep
Good morning, ktd.What a refreshing image.
Guts from slaughtered sheep
Provide a warm enclosure
Shelter from the cold.
“As Kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame . . .”
Why disqualify the rush? I'm tabled. I'm tabled.
Good to see you, Shoutgrace. Keeping yourself too busy to visit Lit-net on a daily basis?
Yes, I was thinking about breakfest. Initially it was fluffy, pillowy soft pancakes...I don't know where the verse went wrong.
Shelter from the cold -
maggots are good companions -
keep some in your hands
It would seem so.Who says the verse went wrong? Maybe it went terribly, terribly right.
Keep some in your hands
A little pixie dust can
Change your visual.
“As Kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame . . .”
Why disqualify the rush? I'm tabled. I'm tabled.
Oh that's just terrible. I better right this right
Change your visual
depiction of wives gone ape-
wild over breakfest
Originally Posted by ktd222
Wild over breakfast
Morning inhibitions fade
And food starts flying.
“As Kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame . . .”
Why disqualify the rush? I'm tabled. I'm tabled.
And food starts flying
UFO's in the kitchen
Blame the recipe
Faith is believing what you know ain't so - Mark Twain
The preachers deal with men of straw, as they are men of straw themselves - Henry David Thoreau
The way to see faith is to shut the eye of reason - Benjamin Franklin
The teaching of the church, theoretically astute, is a lie in practice and a compound of vulgar superstitions and sorcery - Leo Tolstoy
Blame the recipe
because the meal tastes awful
surprisingly bad...
"Man, of all the animals, is probably the only one to regard himself as a great delicacy".
Jacques Yves Cousteau
Location: Turks and Caicos Islands,2003
Suprisingly bad
Oh why have things gone awry
This was not the plan
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