Being that we owe 799 Billion bux, we need a little Yuletide Joy that caters to Rudolph the Rednose Reindeer and Bernie Madoff.
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Thanks Northpole
Happy HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOLLANDAISE
Friday, December 18, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
The one eye ब्लिंक आय डाउन इन थे गार्डेन एंड दी माय चिल्ड.
Fragments of memories and a bubble map of ideas stemming off of one main point. Change is coming, has come, and is in the process of doing its very own work right now.
Angela only knew one thing, she loved her electric hero and bundling herself up into the shape an egg. She would shut her noise and as fragments of her skin grew dry, the white noise took away from the street outside and the people walking, stopping to smoke a cigarette, or even make a comment ऑफ़ polite gesture.
The first time she was suspicious was as gentle अस a hand on the shoulder. From the smoking creeping to get away from the mild cold two men from across the room wore false smiles and a false hand could go on the shoulder. She wondered how it could have ever gotten so bad that their was no way to admit that the warmth that comes from the genuine human touch was simply gone.
When you hug a good parent, it feels electrifying and now we walk around doing it to just about anybody for the sake of the fact that our periodicals to living life our dictated in a small room and printed on glossy paper. Every ten or so pages their is a sample of cologne. It makes me laugh when I think of someone rubbing a magazine across their neck or thinking their germ covered hands वों't catch anything more than a trace.
I remember when snow fell too and I carved a name in. She was a beautiful princess but she was not real to me nor the frozen droplets of नतुरे that slowly carried her away in the wind and the lights from the house made the lawn look as if it were made of porcelain, one step in the wrong direction would bring everything crashing down. Miniscule cuts but plenty of blood. And we watch movies about people that would suck that blood just to stay an inch ahead.
Angela only knew one thing, she loved her electric hero and bundling herself up into the shape an egg. She would shut her noise and as fragments of her skin grew dry, the white noise took away from the street outside and the people walking, stopping to smoke a cigarette, or even make a comment ऑफ़ polite gesture.
The first time she was suspicious was as gentle अस a hand on the shoulder. From the smoking creeping to get away from the mild cold two men from across the room wore false smiles and a false hand could go on the shoulder. She wondered how it could have ever gotten so bad that their was no way to admit that the warmth that comes from the genuine human touch was simply gone.
When you hug a good parent, it feels electrifying and now we walk around doing it to just about anybody for the sake of the fact that our periodicals to living life our dictated in a small room and printed on glossy paper. Every ten or so pages their is a sample of cologne. It makes me laugh when I think of someone rubbing a magazine across their neck or thinking their germ covered hands वों't catch anything more than a trace.
I remember when snow fell too and I carved a name in. She was a beautiful princess but she was not real to me nor the frozen droplets of नतुरे that slowly carried her away in the wind and the lights from the house made the lawn look as if it were made of porcelain, one step in the wrong direction would bring everything crashing down. Miniscule cuts but plenty of blood. And we watch movies about people that would suck that blood just to stay an inch ahead.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Wonderful words from Rya
Rya♫ wrote:
> I find that incoherent rants are best for me,
> personally
> on the other end of the spectrum, I found that
> writing cooking recipes is pretty therapeutic as
> well
> they are so systematic & have purpose
> fight the entropy!
> or not
> I find that incoherent rants are best for me,
> personally
> on the other end of the spectrum, I found that
> writing cooking recipes is pretty therapeutic as
> well
> they are so systematic & have purpose
> fight the entropy!
> or not
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