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zia's stuff: June 2011
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I think that says it all . it's just me sharing with you my thoughts, fears, dreams, fantasies, life through my eyes . in other words, my stuff . we all have precious stuff that makes us incredible as we are. here's some of mine . Saturday, June 18, 2011. Do you believe in alternate universes? If this Rabbit Hole was accessible, would it be a place you'd easily dwell, a vacation of some sorts or would you migrate. It makes me think of What Dreams May Come. And remind you of that time in your life, when y...
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zia's stuff: The "Nice" Guy
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I think that says it all . it's just me sharing with you my thoughts, fears, dreams, fantasies, life through my eyes . in other words, my stuff . we all have precious stuff that makes us incredible as we are. here's some of mine . Wednesday, June 15, 2011. So I may be accused of male bashing in this blog. but so be it . still sticking to my opinions. The "Nice" Guy, in inverterd commas - well, he sick ma 'tomach! In English, he makes me sick). He was really listening! Or is it that we're so grateful for ...
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zia's stuff: I know Why the Caged Bird Sings
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I think that says it all . it's just me sharing with you my thoughts, fears, dreams, fantasies, life through my eyes . in other words, my stuff . we all have precious stuff that makes us incredible as we are. here's some of mine . Thursday, December 16, 2010. I know Why the Caged Bird Sings. Sometimes. someone else's words are all the words you need . Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Beautiful in my skin. View my complete profile. The touch of death (The Death of Midnight). Sunset at Fort James.
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zia's stuff: Measure yourself to yourself by yourself
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I think that says it all . it's just me sharing with you my thoughts, fears, dreams, fantasies, life through my eyes . in other words, my stuff . we all have precious stuff that makes us incredible as we are. here's some of mine . Sunday, November 21, 2010. Measure yourself to yourself by yourself. I was reminded the other day, that the race I run is with no one but myself . I determine the pace, the finish line and ultimately the prize. Do I always remember that? But most importantly, I will continue to...
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zia's stuff: I'd rather be alone ...
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I think that says it all . it's just me sharing with you my thoughts, fears, dreams, fantasies, life through my eyes . in other words, my stuff . we all have precious stuff that makes us incredible as we are. here's some of mine . Tuesday, November 30, 2010. I'd rather be alone . A Kind of Love, Some Say. Is it true the ribs can tell. The kick of a beat from a. The sudden shock, the. Hard impact. Then swollen lids,. Sorry eyes, spoke not. Of lost romance, but hurt. Hate often is confused. Its. My arms on...
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zia's stuff: December 2010
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I think that says it all . it's just me sharing with you my thoughts, fears, dreams, fantasies, life through my eyes . in other words, my stuff . we all have precious stuff that makes us incredible as we are. here's some of mine . Monday, December 27, 2010. The touch of death (The Death of Midnight). I looked at my hands, touched by death . and holding up like a surgeon's . or maybe Lady Macbeth . wondered, can you ever really wash the touch of death from your hands? Thursday, December 16, 2010. Mailbox:...
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zia's stuff: The touch of death (The Death of Midnight)
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I think that says it all . it's just me sharing with you my thoughts, fears, dreams, fantasies, life through my eyes . in other words, my stuff . we all have precious stuff that makes us incredible as we are. here's some of mine . Monday, December 27, 2010. The touch of death (The Death of Midnight). I looked at my hands, touched by death . and holding up like a surgeon's . or maybe Lady Macbeth . wondered, can you ever really wash the touch of death from your hands? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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zia's stuff: If I were purple......
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I think that says it all . it's just me sharing with you my thoughts, fears, dreams, fantasies, life through my eyes . in other words, my stuff . we all have precious stuff that makes us incredible as we are. here's some of mine . Thursday, November 25, 2010. If I were purple. Would they still want to run their fingers through my hair, like when I had it straightened; or would they want to crunch it up in their hands, like when i have it natural, and like both times, still ask me, "Is this real? I believ...
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zia's stuff: November 2010
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I think that says it all . it's just me sharing with you my thoughts, fears, dreams, fantasies, life through my eyes . in other words, my stuff . we all have precious stuff that makes us incredible as we are. here's some of mine . Tuesday, November 30, 2010. I'd rather be alone . A Kind of Love, Some Say. Is it true the ribs can tell. The kick of a beat from a. The sudden shock, the. Hard impact. Then swollen lids,. Sorry eyes, spoke not. Of lost romance, but hurt. Hate often is confused. Its. My arms on...
