Flowers

 

I am not alone. Simple. I am surrounded. Harsh. My butterfly mind craves flowers.

Kirishima azaleas at Gokoku-ji Temple in Tokyo (ENG) Sanjûrokkasen (JPN) Tôkyô Gôkoku-ji kirishima (JPN)

Utagawa Hiroshige II                  Kirishima azaleas at Gokoku-ji Temple in Tokyo

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Piano

It’s all good now. The candle is lit and she plays the piano. Wait, no… listen there’s a small sound, twitching around somewhere above the piano cords, a small descant vaguely distorted. And in the kitchen under the table a rabbit nibbles away on cold boiled potatoes.Erik Werenskiold , Kvinne spiller piano 1870-tallet

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A lot of “stuff” has been going on in my life lately. Hard stuff. Heavy stuff. The kind of stuff that just makes me want to write massacre scenes….except I am so brain dead I had to google how to spell “massacre.”

Masicker? Missucker?

WHAT AM I DOING???? *breaks down sobbing*

I am supposed to be an adult an expert okay, maybe functionally literate. Fine, I give up! I have nothing left to saaaaayyyyyy. I am all out of woooords *builds pillow fort*.

I figured it’s time for a bit of levity. Heck, I need a good laugh. How about you guys?

We writers are different *eye twitches* for sure, but the world would be SO boring without us. Am I the only person who watches Discovery ID and critiques the killers?

You are putting the body THERE? Do you just WANT to go to prison? Why did you STAB…

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Waiting

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The animal is waiting and he is a cat. Always was a cat. Not a poodle, but then I am no Goethe either. He did not feel so well around poodles, so the story goes. Kd vde, maau, jaau. The cat, he is not who you think he is remember. He is kind, but careless with his love. E, the moral has passed above his beautifully rounded skull and for that, I am grateful. For his grace and slenderness is almost obscene. Imagine seeing that in a man… or do not. Feel free.

Deit Summersets Cold Mountain. I love you. Beautiful beast. If the water is not falling, after today, he can go out again, and met his mistresses and kill for the joy of it. Deit Summersets Cold Mountain leave me beautiful but sorrowful presents, and let me cuddle him for thanks.

You wonder now, what this expression wants with you, and I will let you totally decide that for your seeelf. Small or big, clean or dirty.

Cinderella bird, careful now! Deit Summersets Cold Mountain can her the flutter of your see-through wings, you beautiful darling. Flutter, flutter far, far away from my garden.

So far you tell me, well he still is just, a cat. You may be wrong, you may be cannot see far enough or deep? Well se, I cannot help you there, the wail, conceals what needs to be unseen. I myself try hard to remember that.