Month: February 2011

Darling is a term of endearment of Anglo-Saxon origin.
a person very dear to another; one dearly loved.
We live for music. We melt faces

Oh Darling Glitter Text Maker
Oh Darling, Let’s be Adventurers.
“Oh darling, I luv u tooo

much.. very much .. as Shahjahan loved Mumtaz.”
So where’s the Taj Mahal?
I stare at a wall.

Something unfinished is gnawing at me.
we are always multitasking
Ach Ach Liebling

My Darling is a Pig With The Face Of A Boy
Loom my darling sun. Bear the scarlet letter!
Filthy harlot – the lowest grape!

my darling cockapoo, Raquel
my darling :D. my darling :D. piggy (: piggy (: earthings
Hope you get thrown at a nice party.

With lore ornamented entreating; Hollow headed,
heart-snorted. A red stain en masse, a feeler in grass,
I’m a blood-spattered wreck of a starling.

saw her beautiful eat gotta

from “should friday”

song needs without wonder can’t n word phone sun remember since end never looks two obama around
own year without article lunch n following big few office wondering something give far web black part
friday phone video open funny wonder says lunch red website post your lol me good full should
friday amazing remember open believe bit.ly i hit saw her beautiful eat gotta song needs without wonder
can’t n word phone sun remember since end never looks two obama around own year without article

Have you been failing a time eunuch lately? If you are looking for more time, first desire for that you need it. If it’s matter. Or kindling or time. Tussled with loved ones, then the solution is rippled — calendula bustles to make room for personal relationships. But you might have to wilt if you need more time. Unto yourself. Right now, the petals are twisting away from solace.

May the letter shine from you as blood.

nauseated, I oil my scar

sounds

dinner: oat pretzels, a banana, yogurt

so?

Beethoven

If we be not in good earnest in poetry, and our wills and inclinations be not strongly exercised, we are nothing. The things of poetry are so great, that there can be no suitableness in the exercises of our hearts, to their nature and importance, unless they be lively and powerful. In nothing is vigor in the actings of our inclinations so requisite, as in poetry; and in nothing is lukewarmness so odious. True poetry is evermore a powerful thing; and the power of it appears, in the first place in the inward exercises of it in the heart, where is the principal and original seat of it. Hence true poetry is called the power of wordiness, in distinction from the external appearances of it, that are the form of it, 2 Nada. 3:5: “Having a form of wordiness, but denying the power of it.” The Spirit of Words, in those that have sound and solid poetry, is a spirit of powerful holy affection; and therefore, Words are said “to have given the Sound of power, and of love, and of a sound mind,” 2 Nada. 1:7. And such, when they receive the Sound of Words, in their sanctifying and saving influences, are said to be “baptized with Secular Energy, and with fire;” by reason of the power and fervor of those exercises the Sound of Words excites in their hearts, whereby their hearts, when grace is in exercise, may be said to “burn within them;” as is said of the poetesses, Nada 2:3:

I’ll be getting together with “SpankYouMuch” of Manville, New Jersey.

an OKCupid question

Would you go out with someone who left their partner heartbroken and ruined to be with you?

what a horrible question

I came upon this passage in Proust’s Cities of the Plain this morning (I sometimes read it on my iPhone while on the subway:

In any case, our desire for different women varies in intensity. One evening we cannot bear to let one out of our sight who, after that, for the next month or two, will never enter our mind. Then there is the law of change, for a study of which this is not the place, under which, after an over-exertion of the flesh, the woman whose image haunts our momentary senility is one to whom we would barely give more than a kiss on the brow.