romandruid
Who are they? My aunts and uncles or my co-workers and colleagues? My partners in crime or my life partner? Which is more relevant, after all?
Sharp as a whetted blade, her words cut me to the quick. Untempered by any tact or sensitivity, they bit into my flesh, slicing through my very soul.
Bend me break me anyway you make me... I will sway, I will flex, I may lose a few leaves and branches, but I will not fall. I cannot be defeated, and my roots run deep.
I got da juice mon, yah, I got da juice. You be lookin' for da juice, mon, I got it. I got watcha want right chair, man. C'mon here and get it, yah. Right chair, mon.
"Hey, hey, I'm a cowboy!" That was one of my favorite Far Side comics with the vultures. Something morbidly funny about it.When life is tragic, what else can you do but laugh? Laugh at the recession, laugh at the Tea Partiers, laugh at tsunamis, laugh at cholera... then again, maybe not. *cry*
Fondly touching, caressing, smoothing between arthritic hands, she relinquishes yards and yards fabrics to the thrift store, all those projects never completed gone forever to someone else's junk room.
Kit roared into life without first considering how or why it did so. "Where to, son?" it stuttered. Hasslehoff stared at the console in disbelief...
Black n' tan, coffee stout, Tully... sometimes they are necessary, sometimes they're just nice. Wine never does the trick; only stronger, heavier, more potent will... er, "dew." Yeah. Elixir.
Billowy, blowzy, blundering around in the wind, an incompetent submarine runs aground near Skye. What an embarrassment for the UK Navy.
siren testing to see if my fb feed works today...nothing to see here... move along, please... sorry to take up space... woo woo woo woo woo (who are those men with the funny jackets?)
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