would be to start; but then
im afraid i wont be
able to stop, and then
at some point, you'd
start defending yourself; and that
would just make me wrong,
by default; now that
just wouldnt be right,
would it.
yeah, i thought so. good
11 smoke wisps:
Girl I was right when I said you're my alter ego.
<3
i know. *sigh*
words taste like cotton candy
Like.
Reminds me of e e cummings. Please tell me you know who he is.
hippie-girl: flimsy? sweet, but flimsy.
iggy: oh! wow girl. thank you, that i should even faintly come close to the genius he was, im thrilled!
know who he is? "from him doth all inspiration flow"
oooh. super. as usual i must add.
and the hot smoking pix meg! : )
and many big fat thank you's for da loving mention in da last post. mwaahs.
spy girl: much thanks! and i didnt think that 'ek salaa picture' would be the cause of so many nice things
im quite quite liking it ;)
and you are much welcome, true 'tis all. :)
no, not flimsy...its supposed to be very positive, trying my hand some unconventional commenting. :(
What I meant is, beyond the airy, free style, it is un-ignorable, the hues stand out. Cotton candy was a bad allusion, lets say, like vanilla flavoured vodka, its sweet but it burns.
I am stopping before this becomes long and soggy :)
u rock.
but they are!
they are.
words, sweet as long as they are around, and then flimsy, they disappear.
but oooooo vanilla-vodka
i like i like, and i <3 your descriptions long&soggy.
yeah right! so fun they are
and thank you! you rock more O_O
and by the way, *hippie-girl* you've just been christened ;)(on my blog)
You are FRIKKIN' AMAZING!
girl girl, stop 'getting' my posts
go play,
skip a rope
or something!
*so young, sob, sob, so so young*
;(
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