Little sleep this weekend too many sigs and too much coffee. It has all made me a wee bit loopy.
Spring time in LA, roses are blooming air is crisp in the morning and lust is in the air. Ah yes the time of year when all creatured turn to ideas of nest building and tusling in the sheets or elivators or what ever floats you particular boat.
It is the time of year when my gviking heart turns to pellage, thoughts run to going over to the dritish ilse and pick up a few things.
Spring time in LA, roses are blooming air is crisp in the morning and lust is in the air. Ah yes the time of year when all creatured turn to ideas of nest building and tusling in the sheets or elivators or what ever floats you particular boat.
It is the time of year when my gviking heart turns to pellage, thoughts run to going over to the dritish ilse and pick up a few things.
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lisdexicwriter:
communiqu from the edge... darkness is reseeding, light appears around the edges. Work will set you free the nazi's said and although the motives were wrong the sentiment was dead on. I traveling into the next chapter of my life and in my novel. Sad or happy I must keep typing and searching for the mouth of this cave.
ash:
these days, u dont have to be a good speller to write, thats what spellcheck is for! 