

gallivanting amorously.
hey hey angelfire.
the morning sun warms as it gets higher in the sky. yet the air is still cool from the night. it's a sensation, a bliss. going to bed, and your lover is already there waiting for you, her naked body is already warm pressed up to your skin. it's like the morning, when the window has been left open during the winter, and the blankets have a soft cool touch, or that of a spring morning, and you cuddle beside your nude lover, who's skin is soft silk, and her voice whispering in your ear like the breeze, and your skin shimmers. stepping out of a shower. putting on a sweater and beani
you have nothing to be scared of, i am to humans as lady bugs are to bugs, just not as smelly.
if i ever have kids they will inevitably tease me for my excessive use and abuse of the word dude.
i have discovered that waking up an hour early to see friends first thing in the morning is way better than sleeping in an hour later to go to work the first thing in the morning.
i'll see you in the morning, but i won't be seeing you.
Now that is a proper morning.
what's the story morning glory?
where's the ladder?
freshies in the morning.
Somebody ate their Teddy Grahams this morning.
early morning...it doesn't take long to touch.
Vulnerable zone is now closed. Please come back in the morning.
Friday night is when I'm most emo, while Saturday and Sunday morning is when I'm least emo.
You're mind is going to be so sore in the morning, cuz I'm going to blow it soooo hard.
lazy morning, lazier afternoon, laziest evening drive.
the scrabbleization of six uniques.
now look towards the rising sun to the east, and the morning mountains, which will become our mayhem for a few days of early winter.
exploding headache of stress.
it's three in the morning and this never ends, this isn't why i got into it, i must find a way to work solely for myself, no clients, no bosses, just me.
well i was awake. that was late lastnight. and two flowers later i'm dead. so shoot me. i lay at the bottom of the cliff. not only that...the one who was on my team stepped on my last finger.
i'm awake love, i'm awake, i'm here loving you. wherever you may be. whatever crosses your mind. i do not know what they are. it has been long. my heart has been full and longing for more. as my heart overflows i will preserve that love and develop it in new and unique ways altogether. all of my longings. all of my care. all of my love. tomorrow will be here soon. i will rise in the morning, an early sunday morning, perhaps i'll go for a walk. perhaps i'll take an afternoon nap. my soul will be the change i hope to see. i too am eager of these dreams. it is not by chance, it is not by luck. it is destiny. at stake is the one thing i don't want to lose. i'm hanging from a cliff, there's only a couple fingers left. with the mistakes i made i'm not sure if that's enough strength to lift the damage i have done. i don't know if anyone is coming. i can't see up over the edge. but if i close my eyes, if i dig deep into my soul, deep into my spirit, deep into my heart, i find great faith that help is on the way. as for the time being i must be strong. i must hold my own. i must not slip again.
i'm a cheeseball, please be my cracker.
hope.
national hug day.
i scrubbed myself down with a steak this morning.
i always find it sad when i eat the banana with the sticker on it, because usually there's only one sticker in a bunch of bananas.
mind over mattitude.
either i'm too curious, or people aren't curious enough.
the most segregated time of the week is 10-12am sunday morning.
a brand new morning, day, week, month, and year, to start with new health, new adventure, and new friends, it's going to be a year to remember.
3.3333.
about seventy-seven hours later i make it to my destination..home.
christmas begins.
nice aqua.
what a beautiful morning.
spend christmas with loved ones.
to love, to peace, the energy which we thrive.
i'm eager to see the breaking of dawn tomorrow morning. smiles.
nobody ever hears the cries,
we're too tied up in the corporate lies,
and if that politician has a red or blue tie.
whenever you go wild there is still a starving child.