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I just love her, have such a soft spot for her heart, passion, every little glorious mistake, her uncertainty, her tenacity, her burning

her get back up and rock the house down kiss,

XX

PS> Cello <3

My 2012 moleskin is called Dandelion. If I am looking for it I can ask, "Where' s Dandy?" for short. Usually, I will use short form then think something is missing so I can also ask, "Where is Dandy... lion? This is useful because Dandy is Oscar Wilde and Lion is RAWR. Also it is just Dandy to be Lying (in bed). Plus, and this is srs, dandelions ( Read more... )

yeah, well, LJ has a cozy feeling about it, i really like reading people who post their details, hints and cryptic or essayed with minute. i like people who are maudlin or witty, dreamy or stitched up with facts. i really like people who post stuff in the open so i can read them and i've added a few new journals of people i thought i'd want to read ( Read more... )

In thinking about a security feature for a dumpster, I became obsessed with the idea of a puff of breath. But. But. But. I protested. A puff of breath is hardly a fingerprint, is hardly a retina scan, hardly anything at all, just an expulsion of the waste of life. Oh. see. Suddenly necessary, so I approached google ( Read more... )

Now, y'all know my usual bit about not being huge fans of the Obamas but tribute must be paid when it is due. The President has remained poised throughout the disgusting birth certificate escapade, most recently hammered on by Donald Trump, The Trumpster, The Trumpet, The Trump-bop who wants to run for President. Well the quiet confidence of the ( Read more... )

You're so sweet and thoughtful. I'm sure to be ever so much better, get on with the healing, perform some internal magic ~keep growing as a person, possibly a metamorphosis. I am reading Alice Munro of the Southern Ontario Gothic and as you know I am easily influenced by creepy Canadian female writers (atwood is included here)well, mainly just ( Read more... )

I try to think back to when I first became aware of the ending, the passage, fragility pulsing, beating. It must have been with Chloe. Certainly, I had experienced loss before my first baby was born. Relationships had ended. My parents divorced. People I knew had been buried. A house I had lived in, fucked in, ate in had been demolished for a strip ( Read more... )

My old journal gave up lots of little pleasures. Some of my very favourites were moments with Chloe. Most of my moments since then have found their way onto flickr or paper diaries, do you think LJ will always be here? Should I be duplicating things of importance? Do you ( Read more... )

That puts me at odds with most people I know and so I don't really mention it all that much. Besides I'm sure Mr and Mrs O do the occassional awesome thing, but I go around looking for trouble and guess what I find it ( Read more... )

"All the terms used in the science books, 'law,' 'necessity,' 'order,' 'tendency,' and so on, are really unintellectual .... The only words that ever satisfied me as describing Nature are the terms used in the fairy books, 'charm,' 'spell,' 'enchantment.' They express the arbitrariness of the fact and its mystery. A tree grows fruit because it is a ( Read more... )