Be happy.
Hugs to all.


RockslideWhy does the waterfall? clinging to moss in dewy diamonds that hang like earrings cascading over the stony crests in liquid freefall crystals crashing into deep pools of itself distorting reflection ‘Twould no sooner climb a wall ivy green and sprawling than hover motionless o’er a flower windsweptRockslide
Why does the dragonfly? beating scaly wings like thunder a tympani of wyrms blowing a furnace fumerole in baritone melody  
Skye's Eyes

Conspiracy TheoryI noticed the man first when he was standing on the front footpath, outside my house, staring fretfully at the door. He’d take a step towards my front gate, then pace agitatedly up and down for a bit, before stopping, to stare again. He kept at this for a while, at least until I’d finished my coffee and toast, and he was still there when I left the verandah to dress for work. By the time I was ready to go, he’d nerved himself to come to the door, and had knocked, once, timorously. He seemed rather startled that I’d answered.Conspiracy Theory
“John Mack?”
“Yes?”
He consulted a grubby piece of paper he was holding with bot
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(. .) I wish I was DNA helicase so I could unzip your genes.
*romp*
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"I can't drink enough to make this make sense,
but I think I'm gonna give it a try." --Old 97s
the metrist
And Oi! Where in michigan? Send me a note.
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"The game is nothing...The playing of it everything!"
~Simkin, "The Doom of the Darksword"
-grin- I don't remember the crappy comment, but then I seldom remember things I say on a whim.
If I said it, it must be true. -wink-
See you in Sapience
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"I can't drink enough to make this make sense,
but I think I'm gonna give it a try." --Old 97s
the metrist
Welcome anyways. ^_^
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(. .) I wish I was DNA helicase so I could unzip your genes.
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"I can't drink enough to make this make sense,
but I think I'm gonna give it a try." --Old 97s
the metrist
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(. .) I wish I was DNA helicase so I could unzip your genes.
Benedictions!
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There is no escape from metre; there is only mastery.
- T.S. Eliot 'Reflections on Vers Libre' 1917 [link]
I hope you enjoy your stay.
Benedictions!
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There is no escape from metre; there is only mastery.
- T.S. Eliot 'Reflections on Vers Libre' 1917 [link]
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