R my heartstrings connected?
tenaciousA
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a delicate wisp decided to die
oh no...
not frail...
just sleepy from all things accomplished
and so it did just that...
it died and laid down on a fuzzy nest of god-cloud
and its soul wept with hope
and lived again, reborn in hope
and as it lived it floated down through the god-cloud
back down to where real things eat real things
and it's soul knew the dread of grief
its soul knew it wanted to fly
and so it prayed for days on end for wings
and it prayed for months on end
and wept
as it slept
where real things eat real things
its object tired of its pleas
or perhaps just became available
and God spun the stone
and honed the barbs
for wings never stick unless securely fastened
its object called it to come
and it came passionately
and was held turned away
by the head
by the hand of God Himself
and God did ram deep dolly screwed spikes
with Heavenly honed expanding barbs
into each of its delicate blades
no...
not frail...
just sleepy for all its accomplishment
and its enemies giggled at the sight of blood
and several moments later
it flew
oh no...
not frail...
just sleepy from all things accomplished
and so it did just that...
it died and laid down on a fuzzy nest of god-cloud
and its soul wept with hope
and lived again, reborn in hope
and as it lived it floated down through the god-cloud
back down to where real things eat real things
and it's soul knew the dread of grief
its soul knew it wanted to fly
and so it prayed for days on end for wings
and it prayed for months on end
and wept
as it slept
where real things eat real things
its object tired of its pleas
or perhaps just became available
and God spun the stone
and honed the barbs
for wings never stick unless securely fastened
its object called it to come
and it came passionately
and was held turned away
by the head
by the hand of God Himself
and God did ram deep dolly screwed spikes
with Heavenly honed expanding barbs
into each of its delicate blades
no...
not frail...
just sleepy for all its accomplishment
and its enemies giggled at the sight of blood
and several moments later
it flew
~all is full of love~
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Where real things eat real things...
Definitely my favorite part. Rock out.
that line reminds me of Maurice Sendack's "Where the Wild Things Are"
thanks
Do I understand you,
yes, I think I do.
thanks
and be? i dig what you say
You are a fine gal tA. Don't go besmirching your name by associating with the likes of me.
fly through the night
and leave words for poets
who's baby words have wiggled from their brains
errr uhhhh gums...
yeah gums...
that's it
we could start a whole new doll line
the beschmirchables
they'd be like cabbage patch kids...
for grown ups...
Oh, you ARE asking for it, aren't ya! (I wish I had what it takes! )
You are just super-duper-rifficly cool!
i hear there's a strong antibeschmirchment contingency out there...
we must save it for the bi-annual parade :):)
i hope you like
Yes thanks for all those!
I used to write conflicting reviews of my local pub on my city's main entertainment website. One "reviewer" called "Once-only Interloper" would say a pub was so bad you'd have to change the barrels yourself if you wanted a pint, and another "reviewer" called "Lord Swiller" would say "No, no, my boy, it's a great place!" Everyone knew it was me, of course (because my name would be at the bottom of the page if they looked!), but it was great fun nonetheless.