i was on the road to somewhere and then that damned creature snatched me in it's fearsome mouth... and then held me. just held me. till the photographer had the opportunity to take the picture and enough children had seen the horror and turned away screaming, never to bother that forest again. then i got spit out. covered in wet lichen-ie slime, ancient stuff, and now all my clothes are creeping green.... make a break for it, my darling. or a rock may snatch you up, or i will pick you up, or something beautiful and throbbing will fall into your hand and you will nurse it back to health. then i'm sure, it will snatch up all your million burdens and memories gleaned in a sharpened beak and fly fly fly them away.. to the mountains and a crystal lake, where they will be properly washed and perhaps returned (don't they become these familier creatures?)or transformed (maybe into quiet wisperings, a warm wind, a crystal scryying glass) more likely shut in a book, so quick. why cannot the tye see the world and the nature?
the world and the nature come instinctively to Tye. The paths grain smell of twelve scents to think about, remembering every moment in pinpoint accuracy as how it played into the memories
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Holy Crow~! A shark rock . . . with a tragically posed woman in it's gaping maw. Awesome. Could you tell me where that mouthy rock is? I'll have to visit that thing at some point in the distant future.
I hope all is going well for you. I've missed your presence on the lj a whole hell of a lot.
*SNIFFLES* thanks, i've missed YOU a lot. this mouthy rock is in the south lake tahoe, waiting to snatch and munch you into fine wet soil on the trail called rubicon. it's fantastic. where are you these days? still in the ri??? or did you finally do the dirty deed and spread your wings(it's a hunt for worms?)
lake tahoe... i've always wanted to go there-even if only to be ground into a fine paste. i'm still in ri. i'm just a babe. i cannot fly. my wings won't spread, up against the sky.
i was in the Liz during the month of may. next time i'm provided a lull in work and a surplus of loot, my adventures will again continue. so keep hope moderate, i'm bound to feather again as nicely as the last.
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A path forged by thumbs and hilt.
Were that lips once touched,
on the suns blue rays,
upon sand and ground into silt.
I dont see me...anywhere in the glorious mountains....and I dont see me on a road to somewhere....
it makes me so sad.
I can clutch my chest too, and heave unto a million burdens that weigh down upon the memories gleaned.
Oh BB.....
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and then held me.
just held me.
till the photographer had the opportunity to take the picture and enough children had seen the horror and turned away screaming, never to bother that forest again.
then i got spit out. covered in wet lichen-ie slime, ancient stuff, and now all my clothes are creeping green....
make a break for it, my darling. or a rock may snatch you up, or i will pick you up, or something beautiful and throbbing will fall into your hand and you will nurse it back to health. then i'm sure, it will snatch up all your million burdens and memories gleaned in a sharpened beak and fly fly fly them away.. to the mountains and a crystal lake, where they will be properly washed and perhaps returned (don't they become these familier creatures?)or transformed (maybe into quiet wisperings, a warm wind, a crystal scryying glass)
more likely shut in a book, so quick. why cannot the tye see the world and the nature?
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Could you tell me where that mouthy rock is? I'll have to visit that thing at some point in the distant future.
I hope all is going well for you. I've missed your presence on the lj a whole hell of a lot.
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thanks, i've missed YOU a lot.
this mouthy rock is in the south lake tahoe, waiting to snatch and munch you into fine wet soil on the trail called rubicon. it's fantastic. where are you these days? still in the ri??? or did you finally do the dirty deed and spread your wings(it's a hunt for worms?)
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i'm still in ri. i'm just a babe. i cannot fly. my wings won't spread, up against the sky.
i was in the Liz during the month of may. next time i'm provided a lull in work and a surplus of loot, my adventures will again continue. so keep hope moderate, i'm bound to feather again as nicely as the last.
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