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Then, be entered to win patriotic swag for voting in November! Tuesday, February 13, 2007. Oh, the candidates! Things are starting to hea.
Sunday, March 2, 2008. February is for bunny slippers. I know the eyes are crooked. Pay no attention to the muffintop. But not of hemp, goddammit. A front and side view of my new master. Friday, February 29, 2008. Sunday, February 24, 2008. Sunday, January 20, 2008. If you were a part of this craz.
With a light heart that clicks. Tuesday, January 11, 2011. Do you love Moleskines as much as I do? I use the unlined notebooks for my daily journals, and I get the minis for to do lists. I also have the Stockholm guide. Monday, January 10, 2011. Julmarknad, snökaos, Jul i Sverige.
Monday, March 24, 2008. Not sure if anyone is still looking. But here it is! More info and pics here. Friday, February 23, 2007.
They are kissing, on a park bench,. On the edge of an old bed, in a doorway. Or on the floor of a church. As the streets fill with balloons. Or soldiers, locusts or confetti, water. The centuries under sun or stars, a dead tree,. An umbrella, amid derelicts. As Christ carries his cross, as Gandhi. Sings his speeches, as a bullet. Long, deep, spacious kisses, exploring.
I just heard that Alan Rickman passed away from cancer from. He was an amazing actor and will be dearly missed by so many. 3 I loved him as Snape in the Harry Potter films. This comes as such tragic news. Weekly Philosophical Discussions and Polls. This is an awesome question! .
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Choosing the road less traveled; now where the hell am I? Sunday, April 1, 2018. Today is no different from all the others. Rest of the year, too. Wednesday, March 14, 2018. Time is elusive and time is at hand. Absolute reason; chaotic, unplanned. Time imparts theory of fullness in being. Everything, nothing, upon us while fleeing. Time reaches, grasping, for understood thinking. Lost in a moment by reflex of blinking. Gone through the spaces of effluent sieve.
Thanks for dropping by Poetry by Poetic Legend! Take a look around and grab the RSS feed. I have been in the dirt. With crack pipes one in her skirt. Shotgun makes his brain cells squirt. Lyrics have your face looking like lurch. Road the back of buses. Fake say they into me.