#santabarbara
Like the way a speaker prepares his toast. Each yearning sensibility, their bold autumnal stamen cast lines into the horizon of our lives. That when we were younger we even thought, that aeroplanes would land just where we stood in front of our homes in our neighborhood. And if unfurled, as our oil riggers kept us off the benches so we must only had whispers of our doings. Then Harold Sev and Linda Wevven brought to us our cars, our toys, our wives...cooking and cleaning and children. This was not the narrow passage of peak four.
Because of this we have learned many wonderfully-suited professions of our tertiary friends: radio captain, Saharan Field Marshall, dairy operator at a dromedary farm.
Why in this short-timed, often-rainy parody of existence due countries set embargos upon one another so that two men who cannot afford even the drink they carry, so long as they handle the glass properly, and we concern ourselves with things as trivial as this.
You stay everyone! This America is stupendous.
Or then drink from my hands and say, "America Finding the Curious Even More Curiouser.'" Where with two plates two bowls, two forks, two spoons, two glasses, and thrice the knives of a charcuterie.
So with your bold hand baskets, and Model-Ts, go show us how you fffffffffffffffffffff
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 4:42 AM UTC
Forever Evermore
Walk with me
through fields of clover
Lay me down
in sheets of linen
Let me see the dazzle
of the candlelight
in the brilliance
of Your ways
We will walk
when all has answer
We will kiss
beneath that tree
We will know
all has come full-circle
in a moment
just We between
Then remember
to never say never
No never
Nevermore
For my love
will hold You always
On the crossing
and beyond the river
To that place
of Forever and Ever...
and Forever Evermore
-R.
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-SB
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 12:02 PM UTC