How amazing is it that all I have to do is ask for love from the world and it’s given. Thank you.
Karma isn’t just the perfume I wear, it’s how I live my life.
If the answer to the ultimate question of the universe is 42 - then the ultimate question is what’s your sleep number? That’s not right.
I can’t see straight.
Go into the comments and leave me some of the smilies. just click on the ones you like :-) they’ll go into the box and then you just hit “comment away”
please.
One picture of my mother and me. One picture of my father and me. From the same day in 1978. Watermellon and swimming pools.
Hauki
i am so tired
i am ready for a
motherfucking nap
ha ha
Oops! I’m so sorry!! My name is Noelle, and I normally blog at Lifes everyday adventures!! But I’m sitting in for luka right now!!! Thanks for letting me guest post!! (I’m a wordpress user, I hope I don’t break this,) if I do I’ll fix it!) Some more things about me, I’m from Oregon, US, I love most anything to do with the internet, (I’m a huge web geek!) I’ve been blind since birth. I use screen reading software to use the computer and surf the internet, hmm, don’t think there’s anything else, (wait!) I’m blogging for Lion’s Club International Foundation. The lion’s are a volunteer service organization that focus’s on preventing blindness/deafness. They also help purchase adaptive equipment, such as electronic note takers, (so the blind can take notes in school, work and such.) OK, one more linky:
Click to sponsor me! That’s only if you want to, of course!!! Thanks Luka, and have fun. If this was too late, go ahead and delete it!
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June wore her green dress, long her favorite color
the color of her ancient Roman clan
Roman Green
June wore her green dress...as my finger traced a soft essay
upon your perfect back
June wore green
Karen wore blonde
and all around us was light
the solstice was the turning point- solstice curve
poignant as the course of the sun through our summer bodies
the season of the short-lived beings
dead through the dry folds of winter
to flood to life in green vigor
I’m green as a frog, green as any new bug rushing or Mayfly lingering
June’s nephews, July and August, were lulled to boredom
by wine and soft days
and left us the blessing
to wallop and play in the gardens
Karen on a summer sidewalk
or a tv show
or a dream in the light
or green eyes
Jimi Doyle
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