the tea has been spilled
relations have nicely chilled
the marriage was killed
Tea
Category: blog
Merry Christmas Now !
Smell that. Love the smell
of Christmas in the morning!
It smells like....manger
Warriors
Ah the good old days. When friends would come down the gangway and shout:
“Yo Pete….er, come out and play!”
ᕦ༼ ~ •́ ₒ •̀ ~ ༽ᕤ
Clear
why be clear when I
have so many English words
to obfuscate with
Sad Slack
try to cut people
more slack than you are willing
to cut for yourself
all that slack just may make
the world seem a better place
best thing about low
expectations is that you've
given sufficient
slack already for almost
all things you'll meet on your way
now excuse me I
have some serious slacking
off planning for the
holiday season and the
new year's great expectations
A Love Story
Snowflakes
❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄
never hear them whinge
when they are lumped together
no two are alike
Timber!!!!
ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ
The last thing I shout as I fall into bed after a long day of chopping wood
[nudge nudge wink wink]
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Mythos
early winter dusk mythos has the voice of a fashion model who is taken to drink and turning tricks. nothing beats a real myth bourne of chilly north winds blow sweeping rationality away from the glow of the warmth around the hearth authentic in its cloying heat keeping passion kindled through the drafty night
Double Double Toil and Trouble
Anything that closes Can open again Like chapters of history That emotional cauldon Blowing it's lid Boiling over it's rim Roiling content conglomerate Filled with blood and riddles As we drive our cartwheels Over hectares of the bones Of those that have gone before With foolish finishing beliefs That a chapter has closed Only to gaze into the abyss Brutally pried open again By our ignorance and bliss Inhumanities calling card To this earth we inhabit
A Scroll Threw Life 