

rolling with the wind.
let it rain, then i can take a picture.
unzipped for the very first time.
one foot, because i looked at a picture.
whip weader.
i've never seen a speed table.
how come ya take dem girls to da picture show, but ya take us to da gravel pit.
red hair, had an advertising class with my roomate, love to take pictures.
who ever draws a picture of the last thing i photographed wins a new car.
give me a chest bump.
you can thank me by not calling me ma'am.
hey rubik's cube, can i take your picture.
doors are going to be a huge problem tonight.
strawberry oreo custard.
let's relate to each other during our everyday lives.
there's a lot bigger picture that needs to be looked at here outside of museums and tours, which i knew going into this, but have to dig harder to discover.
pudding and james bond make a good combination.
i remember why i like yellow so much.
stickers.
nice letter and picture.
earth to all golfballs, calling all golfballs.
they say a picture is worth a thousand words, these are those thousand words, from the inside of a living photograph.
kick some toe.
there is no appropriate journal. no appropriate words. no appropriate picture. just one appropriate person. my dear friend bob who sits in jail. i pray for him. and i received a letter from him. his small cartoons. and in the middle of the second page a detailed drawing of christ with a thorned wreath on his head and tears rolling from his eyes as if he was frowning on bob's actions. and on the sides bob said he was repenting a lot. as always a level of deep insight that goes unheard and uncredited. well, my friend, i'm listening. one of the finest.
knowledge is relevant. life is knowledge. life is relevant. and my throat feels like it's going to burst through my neck. my eyes are glossy with emotion. my heart's a beating like a turbine. my hands tremor from aftershocks of love. my heart is landlocked, lovelocked. and locked with passion. loved with passion. landed with success. and i smile again. for a sincere depiction, a crisp picture and insight, honest, true, not washed over with sugar, with voice, i bring my own heart to judgement, my own hope to trial, and my own lungs to endurement. so, on to the things that happen. on to loving.
if you're listening sour and sweets...
i will be laying in bed soon. my blanket will be (y)our love. my mind will be full of beautiful thoughts of you. my arms will be full with stitch, kit-kat-lady-girl, and mistletoe. i will kiss my favorite picture of you. i will think of you long into the night, with passion, longing, and love. i'll think of you whispering in my ear. i'll think of running fingers through your hair. my whispers tracing through your ears. my eyes locked on your beauty. it's gripping. our bodies close, not even air can leak through. warm. cozy. smiles written across our faces. thinking there you are so pure and sweet. tender and strong. adoring and caring. striking in your expressions. holding you in my arms tonight. holding you in my heart tonight. loving you in my arms tonight. loving you in my heart tonight. xo.