don't give me that do good good bullshit
home, home again
i like to be here when i can
and when i come home cold and tired
it's good to warm my bones beside the fire


far away, across the field
the tolling of the island bell
calls the faithful to their knees
to hear the softly spoken magic spell

sometimes, you can sit and recollect and gather and just listen...and the call of some soulful melodious and sexually propelled memory glides in easing whatever it was that came before...

i like those times.

i'm calm in my welcome to nathaniel to the world.

i'm suprised that it is a white woman singing this exit from one life to another.

so glad shellie's here.

in love with all of my dmb people. really. really. thank fucking god. really.

do you know what it's like to have a list of people you can contact just to say "hey, could you list my good qualities please?" and hear such entertaining, original responses from people who just really want to make you feel better? so damned lucky...

beaches and long islands and slow cooked potatoes with cheese and the sproutings of beans on my very own bean plants...

6 more weeks til school...it's been an intense year :)