Ponderings, wonderings and gnashing of teeth.
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Stones. Each one dropping into dark water. Silent fall. Ripples swallowed in their wake. Indigo well. My mind in quiet. Finally finally. Each stone given up to the deep. A small sacrifice to sanity. A burden I don’t need to carry. This is how I find sleep. Giving them
He reads to me. His breath turned to words on my neck. Warm. Like milk. And the soft light is a small world. Just for us. The words are stolen. From a book I wouldn’t read. But I don’t care what they mean. The syllables a string of broken
Some men really like cunnilingus. Some just don’t. This is a new discovery. I used to think it was me. That I just wasn’t one of those girls who liked a little tongue lashing. But it has come to my attention that this is in fact not
There is new puppiness on the farm. Puppiness squared. All needle teeth and puppy breath, soft ears and bounciness. His Royal Squishness also nearly died, so is now carried around in a basket, wrapped in a blanket, and let out to sproing on the grass when he squeaks his
I do not think so… (Via Don Packett…guy, where do you find this shit?) Tagged: cookie cups, Don Packett, saying no! Dolce cookie cups? lady hammocks? Yes, Don.
Murmuring close to madness. A glimpse into a world unseen. Only heard. The flash of fingers. Hunched soul. Joy released in the hammer and strings. In the flourish of the notes. And the rhythms of centuries. Liszt. Mendelssohn. Chopin. “A cascade of star dust”. I wonder. I wonder
Overwhelmed. A skewed view. Failure a very real option. Fear. Inadequacy. Off kilter. A healthy dose of fuck you. Each hour stolen against another. And the questions my daily companion: Am I up to this? Do I really care?
This is what happens when you’re deprived for 9 (and a half ?) weeks and you accidently stumble on sites like this one (hello Dita). And you’re just 24 hours away. Your imagination starts to implode. It does. So I apologise. Friends. Family. Read no further if value your
Outside the Palace Theatre....shooooooooeeees! A trip to London should always include a jaunt down to the West End for a spot of theee-Aye-tar, daahling! So M and I headed into the throngs for a spot of Priscilla Queen of the Desert: The Musical. Based on the film of
Just standing around. So, today the rest of my country went to the polls. And I’ve been thinking about it all day. When I went up to London last week to vote, right near SA House, I saw this statue. Humanity etched into one side. And it resonated. Today,
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dolce @vincehof hola vinchenzo....how's the good old RS of A? on Apr 26, 2009, 7:42 pm
dolce Is this where we talk gat ? ;-) on Apr 26, 2009, 7:35 pm
