Mersidotes and little dotes and little lambs of ivy...
tiselty tivy two, wouldn't you?
make the phone stop ringing over and over until a sense of prolonged deprivation hits the nerve of a tooth cavity, discovers the brain's sensors and causes 'pain'. someone necessarily screams "quit while you're ahead, it's only mental". finally the receiver slams ( Read more... )

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"syncopation" said the little brown bee, sputtering downward in a spiral toward his last view of the honeycomb that was, was once. the that which accrued over a millennium of centuries turned into a shake of dusk in one blinding moment...singly sweetly in choppy phrases> passin' by the caravans, I... take one long sip of tea, thinking bout ( Read more... )

two minutes left until the clock strikes next day. at least let me state that in order that the accurate date of the twelfth will correspond appropriately to the occasion at hand in a 2 by 4 fashion without the dimensions, merely leaving whole even numbers to multiply the grand longevity of the full next three hundred and sixty four days that only ( Read more... )

By the sea, By the sea, By the sea (falsetto)...Oh how happy I will be (accompaniment here)...Oh how perfect (two step with fins), just the h2o and me...figures.
*smiles brightly into the swirling orb of aqua*...


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Sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don't ( Read more... )

unpredictable catapulting graces of an antiquated diary slapped over the hemmorhaging face known to man as she ( Read more... )

memories of my birthday cake seasons past.
who wants the iris, who wants the retina?...whipped frosting and decorative treats to top...happily infringing upon each subsequent layer of oodles of yum.
take a slice, mmm, sweet center...but *beware* or better yet be wary of an underlying metamorphosis - bigger than a caterpillar, bigger than the ( Read more... )

think and stare out a window hoping to repair false hopes and dreams all in the stitch of one old dirty sock, find its irreplaceable match, then reattach...perhaps with a tiny pin. put them away and realize that you have committed a sin because anklets don't go with crews, sitting there acting like it's all breaking news. so to pacify the empty ( Read more... )

You know the two types. One verifies your prognosis on a consistent basis when you are on the up and up or perhaps when you have fallen ill. At the very least, the individual makes it clear that they are not their own priority and attempts to utilize that very basic skill called communication. Then there is type two, the one who neglects the shit ( Read more... )