I can’t apologize to my family because I gave them so many chances to help. I can’t tell my friends that I’ll miss them because they never listened when I said I loved them. My boyfriend already knows why I’m doing this. He still loves me so **** it. I can’t scream my adoration to my idols because I’ve lost all interest in nonfatal topics. I feel no remorse for my victims. I’ve done nothing wrong by freeing them and satiating my red desire. My hypothetical note is nothing but a hypothetical treat to my dogs.
How am I supposed to put my fears into words when they only make sense to one of my personalities? I can’t write a suicide note.
In the beginning - we humans were primitives Existing as crude hunter-gatherers Quite unaware of any higher thought And curiously unaware of love
But then we were discovered by The Dog
Who taught us the glorious mystery of play And how to laze throughout sweet summer days To contemplate, to cuddle, and to care - To care about beings beyond ourselves
Because we were accepted by The Dog
Through God’s intended, love-barked dialogue We pray we may be worthy of The Dog
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Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree: The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.
It’s the hunger that drives the Wolf and I out— all across the icy expanse of tundra. We stop at the edge. Just for a moment. One look into each other's eyes, both of us knowing the other doesn’t taste very good.
And so it begins.
I watched a documentary on the early wolf and how it became the dogs we know now and needless to say my heart is FULL
When you are at a swimming pool, and you see a dog, you know that it will be pushed into the pool by a cat. then it is frowning, like grumpy cat and humans are laughing and it goes on youtube and you've been framed here comes the dosh £$€
If I were to change a song, No if I were to write a(n) album, The music I would write, Would be based on the situation you are listening to... Each track named after a vague moment, Shared by the general different, And like minded people. This track is called 'sitting down talking to person's I mean Scott Pilgrim vs. the world did it, Why can't i? So prepare world because I have a secret song that will tell you of my life, Loves, And the joy of experience, Listen closely, That's how you ***** the first mask, But first I'll ask you, What is this track called?
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