At long last, the answer as to why Greg was continually squishing smurfs over at the local pizza joint was found. Please refer to the above picture, taking great notice of the highlighted area.
Having neatly rooted out the location of the smurf secret hideout, I did a victory strut, and then gathered my Leg Breaker Society posse. We, with ball bats in hand, headed out for Fargo, I relishing the realization that soon, yes very soon now, I would know the answer to the question, 'if you choke a smurf, what color does it turn?'
Meanwhile, Amy and Greg were left with the task of seeing to the safety and non-bluing of the pizza joint. I mean,
It is a good spot I have chosen. I look up, and through the slates of wood I can see blue sky, some clouds, and enough of the tree to keep myself entertained watching the birds. It is peaceful and safe here. THEY keep the unwanted from pestering me. THEY protect my space and me, as I once did them. The peace affords me time to reminisce, and I find that all I can remember is my life here, with these people.
There is twittering in the tree. I look up, and the green leaves fluttering on the breeze remind me of the fun I had climbing that tree, of the green scent that surrounded me when I lay within the canopy, and of the view I had from up
Today I will think of you, and remember all the things you taught me,
every little thing.
How to hate and how to love, and when to masquerade.
How to give and how to take, and knowing when it 's enough.
How to laugh, how to cry, and how to wonder why.
How to look and how to learn, and how to say goodbye.
How to wish and how to dream, and when it doesn't mean a thing,
How to hurt and how to heal, and knowing when to try.
Today I will think of you, and I will remember -
and I will miss you.
They are coming, and they will kill me. I know I should be afraid, but I find that the only thought on my mind is how, perhaps, I had been too hasty, perhaps I had overreacted, and how much I wish you were here.
Our last conversation – the words still echo in my memory …
"Why! Why did you do it, mother!"
"Because I love you, and I thought that, if I halted you at this most perfect age, you would never know the torments of growing up. Of life and of womanhood."
"But I do know of them, and the worst torment is that I am in a body too small. Too young I seem for one man or male ever to help me with the urges and needs I feel!"
"It is true
They say that it is the thought that matters, and with my mother that was the truth.
We were poor. Not the kind of poor where you have no place to lay your head, no light to brighten your world and no fire to heat you or your dinner. We had food, though it was not the name brand fancy type. Not what you always wanted, but certainly what you needed. We had clothing, and if it was not the name or style 'in' at the time, well, that was all right. At least you had it, it had been acquired in love, and I always knew this was better than some people had it.
If there was one consistent lesson in life with my mother, it was to be thankful for wha
Leg log 2.
Just when it looked like things were going to get boring.
I had seriously contemplated going out and stirring up a bit of chaos. You know, discretely and just enough to get something started, something that I, as an honorable member of the leg-breaker society, as head of P.R., would need to seriously look into.
Oh now don't look at me in that tone of voice. Come on. Just because I start something doesn't mean I am responsible for the turn it takes, which will then require me to step in and finish it, hehehe.
So, there I was, planning and plotting how it would all take place, how it would go down, and who would be t
She came out of a daze. She was confused and frightened, and did not know where she was, though it felt familiar. Movement out the corner of her eye drew her attention, just as a big and gorgeous one with long silver hair entered from another room. She stared, wide eyed.
"Seth?"
He smiled with such love her heart quaked.
"Aye, beautiful."
"What, where …"
He moved toward her, "Ah, a moment of clarity this day?"
"I … I suppose so."
Seth was before her then, and she stepped gladly into open arms that felt so right and held her so gently, lovingly, securely. Oh yes, here was bliss, heaven, all she could want and nee
Having become a proud member of Kat's elite leg-breaker society, and she having honorably made me head of PR, I took it to heart and shall endeavor to righteously represent my post. As fate would have it, a prime situation in need of righting presented itself to me, by way of talking with my chums who are of like minds.
It seems there is this certain cheerleader at the high school who is in serious need of an attitude adjustment. A rather chunky blond, not deserving of wearing the uniform because she is supposed to be leading cheers not scaring the public, one who spreads gossip and sticks her nose in where it doesn't belong, who acts like
Aegis
I look, and I see it there, the darkness.
It is not complete, not black, nor is it shadow.
More like the place just past penumbra, and just shy of dark.
I watch, it undulates, grows, lengthens, stretches out to me.
I see its fingers as they slink around the corner of the doorframe.
I know I should be afraid, and I remember being so before,
but it is not this time.
I examine, just looking, and wonder;
If I were to come to you, would you encompass me,
would you engulf, or would it be more an embrace?
Would you sweep me up and away, and gently carry me on your tide,
if just for a time?
Would we find that separate place, that p
Having become a proud member of Kat's elite leg-breaker society, and she having honorably made me head of PR, I took it to heart and shall endeavor to righteously represent my post. As fate would have it, a prime situation in need of righting presented itself to me, by way of talking with my chums who are of like minds.
It seems there is this certain cheerleader at the high school who is in serious need of an attitude adjustment. A rather chunky blond, not deserving of wearing the uniform because she is supposed to be leading cheers not scaring the public, one who spreads gossip and sticks her nose in where it doesn't belong, who acts like
She came out of a daze. She was confused and frightened, and did not know where she was, though it felt familiar. Movement out the corner of her eye drew her attention, just as a big and gorgeous one with long silver hair entered from another room. She stared, wide eyed.
"Seth?"
He smiled with such love her heart quaked.
"Aye, beautiful."
"What, where …"
He moved toward her, "Ah, a moment of clarity this day?"
"I … I suppose so."
Seth was before her then, and she stepped gladly into open arms that felt so right and held her so gently, lovingly, securely. Oh yes, here was bliss, heaven, all she could want and nee
Leg log 2.
Just when it looked like things were going to get boring.
I had seriously contemplated going out and stirring up a bit of chaos. You know, discretely and just enough to get something started, something that I, as an honorable member of the leg-breaker society, as head of P.R., would need to seriously look into.
Oh now don't look at me in that tone of voice. Come on. Just because I start something doesn't mean I am responsible for the turn it takes, which will then require me to step in and finish it, hehehe.
So, there I was, planning and plotting how it would all take place, how it would go down, and who would be t
They say that it is the thought that matters, and with my mother that was the truth.
We were poor. Not the kind of poor where you have no place to lay your head, no light to brighten your world and no fire to heat you or your dinner. We had food, though it was not the name brand fancy type. Not what you always wanted, but certainly what you needed. We had clothing, and if it was not the name or style 'in' at the time, well, that was all right. At least you had it, it had been acquired in love, and I always knew this was better than some people had it.
If there was one consistent lesson in life with my mother, it was to be thankful for wha
They are coming, and they will kill me. I know I should be afraid, but I find that the only thought on my mind is how, perhaps, I had been too hasty, perhaps I had overreacted, and how much I wish you were here.
Our last conversation – the words still echo in my memory …
"Why! Why did you do it, mother!"
"Because I love you, and I thought that, if I halted you at this most perfect age, you would never know the torments of growing up. Of life and of womanhood."
"But I do know of them, and the worst torment is that I am in a body too small. Too young I seem for one man or male ever to help me with the urges and needs I feel!"
"It is true
Today I will think of you, and remember all the things you taught me,
every little thing.
How to hate and how to love, and when to masquerade.
How to give and how to take, and knowing when it 's enough.
How to laugh, how to cry, and how to wonder why.
How to look and how to learn, and how to say goodbye.
How to wish and how to dream, and when it doesn't mean a thing,
How to hurt and how to heal, and knowing when to try.
Today I will think of you, and I will remember -
and I will miss you.
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Hey Babies! You REALLY need to go and check out this gallery. There is more amazing and awesome art there than I can begin to express or click the 'add to favs" button for. Ever wanted to just fav the artist?
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Since I don't have membership, I can't run a poll, so… here's my poll.
Hypothetically speaking, (character study) if you seriously changed your hair color, like say from auburn brown to deep copper mahogany, and NO ONE noticed, not even the people who you live or work with or your friends, would you –
a) Be enlightened and impressed with your choice, because obviously you picked a color that suits you, a color that defines how others already see you, a color that perfectly defines the you that you were trying to be and show, the you inside, so congratulations and pat yourself on the back. Enjoy being you, Baby, and way to go on fi
wow! i'm doing awesome, god it's been FOREVER since i've been on here. you're the first person whose "updated" page i'm commenting on. >> yeah, i haven't been here in a while. i'm off to college! ask me about it later, yeah? hope to talk more often. cuz i'm back!
This a reply to a kind comment you left me, oh... about ten million years ago. Thank you very much for the lovely words, and please forgive me for the delayed reply."of cigarrette buds and tears" is an amasing piece, ladden with mood and vision. Thanks for sharing it so that I could fav it in turn.