March 2011
Lecturing the Dust to Behave
So the path is clear and the lungs can breathe, altogether the walk enjoyable.
Listening to the cave in within the realms
Arousing and stimulating the egress of the muse, upon the dangerous throes of pain and excitement, the cast iron statue is nothing like the truth. hindering the passersby with the need for relief of the misery of alone and begone lonesome self for the moment. extending the arms to the pages to once again cement the soul to paper, the rage of the color is released and all sounds of the scraping...
Ok, I MAY be useing a picture of us as a design...
It’s a tad sensual, the emotional backbone of my thoughts, the craving of the inner mind, the carnal maturity that held us in place, that made us move, that captured our souls to bind-ed extravagance, and the loosened muscles long gone cramped
what's my plan for the next 30 years?...
champagnethursdays:
Make a huge blanket fort
Buy some wine and cheez-its
type on my writer
never come out again.
A sound plan, Ill join you with some books and music, because I figured you would need to cuddle at some point
