A grin, well, more like Mona Lisa,
she's home
this side of the void
that shrinks to a pinprick
or yawns
blues stone-grey'd
till, one hand on the globe
th'other cupping silver,
she finds that interface where they meet
right here still
as always
and the blurbs on the cover made me want to sit on the floor n start reading
*helps self to a crisp* tyHope I haven't made a total hash of it, chvken baking at 250 degrees, beautiful presentation in the dutch oven before I poured a can of crushed pineapple over the top... 3 1/2 tsps. of curry on 3 large breasts drizzled w/honey then dusted(more/less/about right?) and i''m guessing cook time is roughly 3 hours
picked up the book, it's gloriously thick
got a braid when I picked up the supplies, may get dreadlocks for Halloween
still reading?
..
Ahem,
Since you waz out when I waz in
n th 'puter said 'I cunt get any more in'
so I poured another glass of red
n started my new book instead
..
fancy a crisp?
wine, you say? *holds out a glass* typical king writing, kept me reading start to finish (with a gap after the 3rd chapter because i absolutely HAD to go out) ad is the reason why dinner was late
smoky paprika kisses
- ah, if kisses were wishes
you'd be a smoked fish dish
and i
would lick your plate clean
then wash my whiskers
purring
your kitty litter needs changing, love
salmonpray I be
salmon or sardine,
herring?
..salmon
of course
because you make
take
the leaps
through white waters
risking the falls
to reach your goal
and for that bravery i shall always be thankful
imma supposed to eat you now, right?
Waterchild say,
yr box iz full
empty it out
call for a refill
miaou
Waterlogged
