January 2011
the lost boys, baked goods & cousins.
tonight was a good night.
vs.
babe-fest.
dismantle.
repair.
Lying, robed in snowy white,
That loosely flew to left and right-
The leaves upon her falling light-
Thro’ the noises of the night
She floated down to Camelot:
An as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shalott.
did you ever rotate your stuffed animals when you...
like, so they wouldn’t get their feelings hurt because certain ones got to sleep closer to you than the others? maybe i’m crazy….but i do that with my books now. they don’t all fit in my house, so i have to rotate them out of storage. you know, give them a breath of fresh air, a bit of sunlight and some lovin’.
anyway, these treasures were recently relocated out...
run mad as often as you choose...
but do not faint.
