Here I is!!!!!

I got a little distracted...by something shiny over there>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

The "Magpie Effect"

When my friend Rob and I used to go to the scrapyard together he would ALWAYS see the shiny stuff from a mile away and run for it. I termed it the Magpie Effect.
I swear he has a tonne of stainless steel stashed at his place.

We have the same term here, that, or Bowerbird...they have a real penchant for all things blue and/or shiny. And excellent mimics, as well as kleptomaniacs...they steal pegs, keys, all to decorate their bower, (nest)..

Glad to hear Urs is having a great day...and hello.

I thought it was just a Pisces thing ... shiny objects and distraction

Hi Lee

I find it amazing how much dog food a couple of magpies can steal in an hour. They'll tag team the dog and almost empty the entire bowl.

I know what you mean...I thought our dog had bulimia...till I saw 6 magpies sitting in a wattle tree pretending they were reading the paper..

LOOK WHAT YOU PEOPLE DID TO THE CEILING!!!!

http://www.csonline.net/designer/ideas/feet.htm

it was fun ...what a joyful mess

~~~

Everybody knows
that when you paint things with your toes
you’re bound to get a happy joyful mess!

If only words were toes
we could walk around in prose
and our paths would be linguistically finesse

Our lips would be unbound
from the chore of making sound
and kissing would evolve to take it’s place

A world of osculation
would arise in celebration
and everyone you meet would suck your face

~~~

Oh Abra, you took a picture!!! Aren't we clever? (Actually you are)...

It is a lovely messy beautiful ceiling...just like us really... and we were careful with the light sockets.

Walking around and kissing?? mmmm

Leaves flowers and beverage of chocie for my dear ones...time is growing short...my time...a change is coming for me, know that I love you all and carry you all with me no matter where I go and what I face. Peace be with you my dear ones.

Never far away!!!!

Words right out of my fingers, Sherrie...

Jenni...


"i carry your heart"

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;
and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)
i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

ee cummings

What if when they saw burning stars
They thought it was a gift from beyond far
Look close between the lines
Beyond what you believe to be real
Are they just theories of time


Chuck Schuldiner

hello anemail

This is the thread that time forgot, or actually the time that threads forgot..

Beautiful poem, thankyou...

Kick your shoes off, shed the outer adult, allow the inner child out to play...you are among playmates.

Thanks.

It does seem to have it's own pace. That's good, because I don't do time.