moss garden with black veil |
singing baby, it's you by smith, in my head, in the aftermath |
in my head my heart is in my head |
shore of angels |
dharma girl |
diamond girl |
distraction on the pier |
estrangement was nothing new to these missions. (area x). |
expect the worst then you wont be disappointed unless its worse. |
for the ghost holly, whom i did not know in person, but saw a picture of her eye in close-up and the clarity and color will stay with me, and who will be missed by sister runty and mother sarah. |
forthright might not win the race but wins the heart |
freak out with tethered joy |
i cant concentrate |
i fell on a runner in the hall today and lay there i don't know how long i couldn't get up i was barking my throat raw and my food and water dishes two impossible feet away. |
i mo get you! yeh right you on a leash girl. |
man of sky |
honey of winter |
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between the bed and the food lies the long hall. |
pier look |
prince is intellectually and in physical stature little but undeniably sexy and well endowed musically |
red court |
red leash |
slave |
what is this string on my finger for |
tree prayers |
a penguin on my back? man you are crazy. |
to run |
citrus fruit |
diva |
you mean the war might be at war with itself? |
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