What could mine own equilibrium account in these decadent mutulations? My own vowels have blistered upon this emaciated pilgrimage, as if to beg the disciplined eye to fix lavender cocktails from the bitter rind of this archaic grain. And to what progress does this blessing irradiate the hiccough to unpeel the nexus of your charitable embrace?
A luxury begins anew. Satiating predalictions before the gardenia scented moan and tempests hidden from the albatros of predictable sight. I will breath in the nectar with the seeds of my mind and silently undress the oragomy poems hidden within the celophane geometry of my beating heart. Even my enemy shall jilt, not knowing the casualty found in the forebears of a simple smile. This is the gentile luminoscity of a broken bird twisting in my palm. And how I my mouth spasms in disbelief at the life that can not sing.
And now the porcelon cherabum of my child shall ease unto the foundation of all that is guarded and glowing.
Never once pausing to retrace the vultures that swallow the blue shadows falling like Autumn leaves.
~S~
A luxury begins anew. Satiating predalictions before the gardenia scented moan and tempests hidden from the albatros of predictable sight. I will breath in the nectar with the seeds of my mind and silently undress the oragomy poems hidden within the celophane geometry of my beating heart. Even my enemy shall jilt, not knowing the casualty found in the forebears of a simple smile. This is the gentile luminoscity of a broken bird twisting in my palm. And how I my mouth spasms in disbelief at the life that can not sing.
And now the porcelon cherabum of my child shall ease unto the foundation of all that is guarded and glowing.
Never once pausing to retrace the vultures that swallow the blue shadows falling like Autumn leaves.
~S~
flygirl:
HI there! Thanks for the e-card. Happy St Patricks Day to you too!. You need to come by for lunch sometime. Say hi and all. I wish you were still working there....work would be so much more interesting. The are totally "spec" ing our asses out. Its killing me. I am so into following rules loosely. Even if I want to do the right thing all the time I feel obligated to buck the system just to prove my independence from the corporate man. So its been an adjustment for me.
toolgirl:
Hey thanks for the note. 
I am starting to feel better but my head still hurts! Bleck. More later when I feel better!
I am starting to feel better but my head still hurts! Bleck. More later when I feel better!