living room color:
a deep rich yellow.
Mal ,'The Train Job'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
living room color:
a deep rich yellow.
Waves a muppet wave adieu to Lilty
Safe travel vibes: ~~~~{{{{{{(((((((((
I love Walt Whitman. I've put this bit on sympathy cards before:
What do you think has become of the young and old men?
And what do you think has become of the women and children?
They are alive and well somewhere;
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death;
And if ever there was, it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it,
And ceas’d the moment life appear’d.
All goes onward and outward—nothing collapses;
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.
Nora's living room is the same color as mine.
Lovely poems.
I have trouble with free verse. I can't remember it at all, and I have trouble even comprehending it a lot of the time. it just swooshes right through my brain leaving behind a vague feeling of "That was nice. What was it?"
Actually, that's most poetry. It's often too pretty for me to get past the sound of the words and find the meaning.
vw or Emily-
Kate is in Natter 'splaining she has a friend looking for a place to live. He's from Germany!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
I'm on my way over.
ooh, I feel like an apartment matchmaker!
You're wonderful! In so many ways, but this is especially thanks-worthy right now, as I was dreading that process.
So, I was reading this article [link] about the proposed koala cull, and it says they have no natural predators on this island. Do koalas have natural predators otherwise?
Hello Lovelies!
Yay for connie and DH!
Beautiful Bon Voyage to Lilty. (Just translated the French in my head and realized I'm redundant, but leaving it alone because I hope Lilty's trip is double-lovely).
libkitty and -t have failed to earworm me because I was listening to a VeggieTunes (from the VeggieTales) CD. Nothing defeats the Song of the Cebu ('cept maybe the Pirates Who Don't Do Anything !) So ha ha!
And -t is me WRT to poetry. Pretty, but flies right by without ever touching me, usually.