sleeping in a birdcage when i am anaemic and weak for such a whim. a harrowed-winged sparrow harem of mad seduction, by those evanescent electric things that signify our disenchantment with the vacuum [no pun intended] entitled domestication. a perpetual fear of prosaic death. yet i make chocolate-masked blueberries and put starjasmine in spare
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(this made me shiver, recognition)
-- it does not sound facile.
"most of all i am learning to do as i please"
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you should make a movie about your life. so that i could see the things the same color as you, for a couple of hours. i love the color of the things you write.
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a lovely thought. i also love the way you describe silence & aloneness. very nice. xo
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this, my dear, is going in the memories.
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yes, oh yes! sometimes the mundane is like quicksand.
your descriptive imagery is gorgeous. you are stunning, precious wardrobe with evocative character.
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