Falling Gloves?!
Some call it snow plain and short. Some call it Falling Gloves. In swedish LapplandMittens. Another daily mystery!.
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Twospotz
37 yr old female humanoid. I think. Married to a wonderful kind man. Slave to two sweet fuzzy cats. Adores guineapigs and loves horses.
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My Yellow Monster
Wheels of thunder. Breath so hot. Chuffs and huffs a lot. Weighs more than me. Rums on rails. Treks on the steely trails. My road to work is this. Across a forested plain.
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Busy!
Keeping busy. Up and down. Round and round. What is to come. Never still, never down. Meet my Hamster Hammond!.
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Carpet Queen
Swish. Swosh. There goes the kitchen rug skidding scross the floor. A grey flurry of fur sails across the floor. Bat. Bat bat bat. Batting at the little furry toy and wham it is dead again.
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38 Years
I was born to do something on this ball of dust. What it is I am not sure of. 38 years in the making. We are born with a purpose in life. It may take a lifetime to relise what it is.
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Frosty Fingers
Frosty fingers paint on my window. Streaks of crystal decorates my home. The winterspirits let us into their world. I do not mind their fragile beauty and rejoice in their splendor!.
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On That Steely Road Again
To loose time is a concept I am familiar with. I loose it every day infact. Three or four hours in total is lost in time. On the thunking long track of the Iron Horse I ride to and from my job.
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Small Miracles
Small white flecks of frozen water. Moments in time gathered in a maze of geometry. Small miracles frozen in the time and space of winter. Winter has arrived on my doorstep once more..
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Braaaains
Stomp. Shuffle. Groan. Gurgle. Zombie. No. Just me in the morning..
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Floordinner
He eats it off the floor. Literally. Scoops it off the plate and drops it all over the floor. I sigh. He looks at me and can not undestand. I smile and pet him. My dear messy cat..
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When Did We Give In?
Why do we need all these items and ideas to snare our souls. Why do we argue so much over things. Why do we always crave more. The perfect shoe defines me. The perfect dog to bark who I am.
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The Thing I Want
I want it. I can not afford it. I ser it. I can not drive it. I desire it. I can not have it. The car. The card. The freedom..
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I Eat Cake!
Maybe she did say "Let them eat cake!". Maybe some shun it relentlessly. Maybe these beauties are frowned upon by other women. But one thing is true. Cake is a life delight.
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The Moment I Dreamed Of
I held my breath that time. Dared hardly to even look up. Would the vision be gone if I blinked. I had come such a long way for this. As I stepped closer my heart beat faster.
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I Have A Slight Wonder...
To wonder. To be puzzled. To be utterly confused. That is what it must be like being a child. All these strange rules and ideas. An adult have litte left of the imagination that the child posesses.
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A Spicy Lunchdate
First it tickles. A slight sting that touches my mouth like fierce kiss. Then it reveals itself with a great panache. All the heat and passion it can give willingly.
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A Soft Place
She winks at me. Smiles with her eyes filles with joy. She stretches and sighes. Legs all over the place. She rolls over with delight. Asking for her greatest pleasure.
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