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December 14, 2007
miss elegance in all the tomboy style.....shes hardcore and sweet like an avocado.....she'll kick your but into shape with hers along side happy to accomadate those good things you know you should do.....but give it a moment and she'll be there right along side ready to indulge in a sinful treat....she knows both sides and how to balance them...objective to a fault theres no copping out with this winsom lass she's there tried and true first and last........ready for adventure, ready to work hard and play harder.....beet juice in hand...swimming with the dolphins and the turtles ... an anime china doll with weapons included......shes mystery in love, a deck of cards in hand with one eye closed and two wide open......seeing both sides of the coin as it is tossed in the air ....i love this girl from the bottom of my heart...........shes a rocket this one......as well as a class act ....thats why we call her empress
October 18, 2006
Nothin
NO thing
NO THING
Can characterize this angels grace. She will go to the deepest terror through the harbies and the demons, under the nymphs and all the peep-holes, and then describe evil's rate of fluctuation. Before you know it the power of her observation has made it dissapear.
She will casually give you a boost from Lao Tzu and Spartacus AT THE SAME TIME, without batting an eye or betraying her dance. She'll bandage your wounds, and scold you for getting in a fight with a Tiger, as if there may well have been a rational reason to have done so.
She'll see you. She'll be you. She'll go off and disappear just when you expect her to fly, and she'll reappear years later, just when you are tapping your wrist, expecting to meet Satan at the crossroads.
'He's busy now' she'll say, as she leads you off into your true dream, the dream of your true soul, which you damn well can't sell in exchange for his shit, whatever it was that got in your head to the contrary.
And then she'll cook a nice meal with you, and have some tea, smile, and blow your heart a full kiss.
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Waiting for the shuttle at Manele Bay
Its a few minutes before bedtime. Chiang Mai last week was unwinding. My Bangkok return was rewinding. Food poisoning, fever, chills, divine detoxing, atkins diet overlapping, kicking the sugar addiction in the ass was exciting! God bless the Kale Juice and the Vinyasa aches!
God clear today. Was it the black tea or the lack of sleep? Is this the beginning of something good or something good?
Love, light, rockets for all!
Good night!
Sat, November 21, 2009 - 8:04 AM
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read more
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When I was in high school, I wanted to know the meaning of life. I remember feeling sheepishly proud that I dared to ask such a deep question and pursue its answer. Of course, along with that question was also the quest to “find myself.”
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I remembered all of a sudden today, what it was like once to make passionate stoned love while listening to Massive Attack. God what I would give now to have that sort of lust back in my life. Not just the sexuality, but that soulful spiritual con...
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December 14, 2007
miss elegance in all the tomboy style.....shes hardcore and sweet like an avocado.....she'll kick your but into shape with hers along side happy to accomadate those good things you know you should do.....but give it a moment and she'll be there right along side ready to indulge in a sinful treat....she knows both sides and how to balance them...objective to a fault theres no copping out with this winsom lass she's there tried and true first and last........ready for adventure, ready to work hard and play harder.....beet juice in hand...swimming with the dolphins and the turtles ... an anime china doll with weapons included......shes mystery in love, a deck of cards in hand with one eye closed and two wide open......seeing both sides of the coin as it is tossed in the air ....i love this girl from the bottom of my heart...........shes a rocket this one......as well as a class act ....thats why we call her empress
October 18, 2006
Nothin
NO thing
NO THING
Can characterize this angels grace. She will go to the deepest terror through the harbies and the demons, under the nymphs and all the peep-holes, and then describe evil's rate of fluctuation. Before you know it the power of her observation has made it dissapear.
She will casually give you a boost from Lao Tzu and Spartacus AT THE SAME TIME, without batting an eye or betraying her dance. She'll bandage your wounds, and scold you for getting in a fight with a Tiger, as if there may well have been a rational reason to have done so.
She'll see you. She'll be you. She'll go off and disappear just when you expect her to fly, and she'll reappear years later, just when you are tapping your wrist, expecting to meet Satan at the crossroads.
'He's busy now' she'll say, as she leads you off into your true dream, the dream of your true soul, which you damn well can't sell in exchange for his shit, whatever it was that got in your head to the contrary.
And then she'll cook a nice meal with you, and have some tea, smile, and blow your heart a full kiss.
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