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Dee Dee's diet journey...yeah I know, how original: October 2005
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Dee Dee's diet journey.yeah I know, how original. I get to bitch, what more do I have to say? Saturday, October 22, 2005. Political rant, if you love Bush don't read. I am warning you, if you love Bush, you really don't want to read this. The nature of this post, really isn't against President Bush, per se, it is more about the state of our Union in general, a state that has me wondering how the "greatest" country in the world has gotten so fucked up. Let me ask you a few questions. How can it be conceiv...
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Dee Dee's diet journey...yeah I know, how original: January 2006
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Dee Dee's diet journey.yeah I know, how original. I get to bitch, what more do I have to say? Friday, January 06, 2006. Hey, Dee Dee, I'd like to introduce you to yourself. I want to go white water rafting. I want to go on a safari. I want to get on a reality show that has nothing to do with losing weight, just to see if I can win. I want to get my doctorate. I want to write/finish one of the bazillion novels I have started. I want to backpack through Europe. I want to ski, tobaggon, throw snowballs again.
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Dee Dee's diet journey...yeah I know, how original: July 2005
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Dee Dee's diet journey.yeah I know, how original. I get to bitch, what more do I have to say? Tuesday, July 26, 2005. Sadness, Frustration, and Triumph. And, good luck on your journey. Posted by Dee Dee at 9:04 PM. Friday, July 22, 2005. So, I have resolved that I will be patient. I will accept that this life journey, my weight loss, my goals for school, regardless of what gets in my way. I need to do this for myself and for my children. Because I am worth it! Posted by Dee Dee at 10:48 PM. The Chicken S...
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Orangepeel and Papercuts
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Home to Bards, Swashbucklers, Don Juans, and Broken Hearts. Bloody Fools, all. Sunday, November 11, 2007. Katherine. Lathe on which my dreams spin. Antimatter to the mundane. I can’t refrain from your. Touch, unraveling to your flow, rushing so slow. Holding my universe in check with such. Ease, baby please - take me into your chamber of sin! Raise your skirt higher for I crave your flesh. Incessantly. Dear demise of reality, you’re a. Necessity in all my life - kiss away my strife and. May 17 - May 24.
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Orangepeel and Papercuts
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Home to Bards, Swashbucklers, Don Juans, and Broken Hearts. Bloody Fools, all. Sunday, December 02, 2007. Your voice skims over the buoyant breeze. Coy and lilting, pure currents of passion. Whistling through my heart’s flute. In fields of lavender where dreams of splendor. Shine bright. With satin shoulders praising the sun. You hurtle through purple, me in swift pursuit. You call my name unsparingly. Careless and free, striking with abandon. The broken chords that bled me dry. Secret Truths Of The Heart.
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Orangepeel and Papercuts
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Home to Bards, Swashbucklers, Don Juans, and Broken Hearts. Bloody Fools, all. Sunday, March 16, 2008. How unreasonable am I to expect. Words to spring from foolish pages and dance. To the haunting melodies you breathed. Into this stately library? Nothing that I’ve said ever matched a touch. To your satin cheeks. I can paint a kiss there. And a volume somewhere will crumble. Into wooden dust and acid. My stories grow anemic when you. Steal my senses, dissolve my tenses into. Now and ever after. August 26...
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Orangepeel and Papercuts
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Home to Bards, Swashbucklers, Don Juans, and Broken Hearts. Bloody Fools, all. Wednesday, November 07, 2007. She kneels beside the running stream. Weaving baskets from the autumn reeds. Another time, not long ago. We sat together on the moonlit beach. Why do you ask? She has to linger in the bitter cold. Why do you doubt? She sets them off between the drunken stars. Baskets of flowers and tears. You bleed those evergreen fears. I am the spectre by your side. Floating to some other land. Why do you ask?
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Orangepeel and Papercuts
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Home to Bards, Swashbucklers, Don Juans, and Broken Hearts. Bloody Fools, all. Sunday, January 27, 2008. I remembered you in a dream,. How you overwhelmed me under the moon. Half drowned and convulsing, my body. A twisted bouquet of raw nerves,. Touched and stroked to feverish frenzy; my eyes thirstily. Drinking in your writhing form, your taut frame. Arched like a drenched question mark,. You meant to grind out the question: why? I answered strangely, in a whisper of a groan,. I miss you so much, dear.
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Orangepeel and Papercuts
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Home to Bards, Swashbucklers, Don Juans, and Broken Hearts. Bloody Fools, all. Monday, November 26, 2007. Imagining again my plight,. Again in moonless night. Moonless I say,. Is only true for today. Now that you came back from afar,. Look," I pointed and you looked at the shooting star,. Unto you I took a step closer,. Very gently, I whispered into your ear,. Every moment, I wish you are here, my dear.". A poem by LHZ. Labels: Love Passion Romance. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Players and The Game.
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Home to Bards, Swashbucklers, Don Juans, and Broken Hearts. Bloody Fools, all. Sunday, October 14, 2007. When I am taken,. The morning rays will still slice. Through tangled locks to fall. Onto your fluttering eyelids. Revealing fiery crystal browns. Your delicate lips will still part. For a waking breath, warm and deep,. Welcoming another day of strength. Your heart will still beat. For me no longer, but slower. And stronger with a peaking firmness. To clench and crush the void. To the moon and back.