Perfection is diverged per faction. Connections lead to vile con actions. Remember to perform a bodyís re-member. Protesting against scientistís pro testing. Permission to evaluate lives per mission. Reconsider becoming a recon sitter. Violence caught by a Sony Vaio lens. Deliver liquor to a class D liver Promise to arrive on time where the prom is. Dismantle the sow of this mantle. Evaluate the amount of all you ate. Masturbate to catching fish with master bait.
Itís a photo just one moment Leaving without disappointment, A thousand words that could be said Many which would be unread, The description of the stance That has everything left to chance, One could write a whole adventure For a story tellerís quencher, Some can only see some grace With a mind of their own pace, Some will think out of the box Which will knock you off your socks, Whatever view one has to take it will not be a mistake.
Snap your fingers and make it all go away Snap your fingers and feel the pain quickly lessen Snap your fingers and watch the sun rise not set Snap your fingers and catch her eye all over again
Snap your fingers and watch the wrongs righted Snap your fingers and hold your future in loving arms Snap your fingers and feel the flush of anxiety ebb Snap your fingers and lie peacefully forever long
I am the one who you confess your hate to. The one who always listens. The one who knows no better. Ever by mistake or maybe intentionally. Still I'll be right here. I'm not one to judge. Pain is what we share and I hope you'll accept. Hold it just for a moment. It's meant to be left behind. Forget me anytime, I assure you I won't mind. My method's always the same. You'll remember given time. Don't misunderstand this relationship we have. I take no joy in this. It's all without intent.
I shut my eyes for a few minutes, with my portable typewriter on my knee Ė I make my mind a blank and wait Ė and then, as clearly as I would see real children, my characters stand before me in my mind's eye ... The first sentence comes straight into my mind, I don't have to think of it Ė I don't have to think of anything." - Enid Blyton
I never was as free as the children in your books. Perhaps no child is. Perhaps that's the romance.
Derided as plain and unintelligent, unadorned with anything like style, grace, or that elusive beast called...
I remember the cicadas screaming out truth in my youth at my fate when I was about eight. My mother had left for a couple of weeks and so my Father now lead the meditation circle. Sunday medication for the mandatory miracle There was silence............................ NOTHING.............................. .................................... ........................ ... .. ..