its hard to find you a place at the table when you say youre on a diet. The big dog still has to eat. Does a toy get to decide if it wants to play? My batteries run low........
Untouchable fish...small pond. I like to hunt but fishing is for the birds..somehow shooting you in a barrel isnt much of a thrill. Getting close with those eyes makes me hungry but I dont leave bread crumbs for fish anymore. They dont seem to pay attention in a classroom so I dont teach them anymore.
Ill only bite if you bring it. Does it matter whether youre meal or prey? Maybe.... What matters is what you bring to the table.
whatcha ona bout girl??
A retrospective on the inner workings of love, flying pancakes, mensa disasters, dandelion cookies, number bending, super salt, bubblegum oysters, chicken spit, crystal kidneys, guerilla carrots, polychromatic tofu, paraphysics, tender vigilanties, black sand, phillastine placebos, wood soup, buttered shuttlecocks, apostrophe training, fish whips, bleeding speed, plastic fantastic lobster telephones, venus drug rehab, clowns on fire, kiosks on a leash, marshmello overcoats, bottled light, fried blood, unbridled hyperthyroidism, folding wine, amygdula tickling, fainting in coils, hamburgers for the apocalypse, plastic memes, and conjugal fritters.....well...the love parts true
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wow...I had a hard time following this blog today. I'm beginning to think you are the one who comes up with those crazy profile questions. haha. Anywho...thought I'd drop by and show a little love. Later!
hehehe sorry to cornfuse... just a bit of personal rambling , kinda purging myself of girls who like tooo much chaos!
The post makes sense to me, but it's hard to answer. A school of fish swimming around and around in a barrel.I can't remember the name of the white bird that hovers motionless five hundred feet above the water, then plummets straight down to harpoon its selection, wings folded, but I bet it doesn't sink to the bottom of the barrel... Take the distance, rise above the currents and eddies, and take your strike with assurance. It's what we're supposed to do, dance around in circles and flash our pretty scales, hoping to confuse the hunters. It's not strategy but it does help some of us survive...
i loved the last line :)
one door closes, another opens... purge away!
What you bring to the table? What if I just brought myself?
i guess thats my point..thats what matters......some people only have a little to bring to the table and then want to know why theres no bounty......bring little..and you wont be seated at my table long...... bring what your mama gave ya....
Love the last line... bring it baby. Step up!
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