I have marshmallows for the fire, and some coconut to roll them it...or for us to roll in ...either way we have it...

would it be quite alright
if i refused to show my might
while a thread of pointless talk
escalates into a fight?

do not feed the empty bowl
of a looming darkhearted troll
who vies to peck the biggest ****
extracting comity as his toll

For me...marshmallows, not so much. But the coconut, yum yum. Fresh or dried flakes.
Now throw in some Mango and other fruits with that slushy feeling and slippery feel. Then we can roll around for sure. What a tasty wrestling match that would be.
Kat

Yum mango wrestling...whoo hoo....and toasted flaked coconut...yes please..what about some sweet nashi pears , and a couple of buckets of summer rasberries?

Hello Kat..

By the way. Di I ahve to be schizo to be disorganized or disorderly? How hard can that be?
Kat

As ordinarily ordinary as we are in our Dis-orders...I think you pass with flying colours Kat...

Or dislexic??

Gee... that sounds wonderful lovely lady. I adore raspberries. Fruit of all kinds and textures. Fresh, dried, cooked, canned. Yummmmm.

Kat

mmmmmm Throw in some jello and some shredded carrots (for traction) and go with the flow.
Hang on sloopy!
Kat

~ Rolling in the Dough with the Woman I Extol ~

~~~

Rolling in the dough
with coconuts to go
a starlit roaring fire beside the beach

Having conversation
that is filled with inspiration
and shared with gentle whisperings of speech

The cosmos overhead
the ocean finally shed
of it’s wild ferocious daytime undulations

You’re laying in my arms
I feel the magic of your charm
inciting me with primordial temptation

Gazing in your eyes
the woman who’s so wise
an enigmatic mystery of flesh

Hearts throbbing to a beat
our souls converge to meet
spirits intertwining as we mesh

Gentle breaths of nature
panting o’re your neck
as my fingers surf your curvature of skin

Touchy feely fingertips
plunging into hair
spawning sweet sensations deep within

Emotions flow like lava
in a sweltering inferno
igniting the arousal of souls

Helpless to resist
as the ecstasy persists
you surrender as the woman I extol

~~~

(Abra 9/14/07)

For all of you

*Notices the clean walls of the thread*

*Gets out his crayola crayons*

*musses up the walls and leaves*

I like it!

Welcome Steve..



I keep seeing a thread 'In memory of Jess' and got scared, I had to check in the mirror.




perhaps I really need to atay in here a while....am full of mischeif today..

Not YOU!!!!

Ummm Yep....


mind you....nothing new...

Did I tell you, I am knitting a string bag?

It's so cool...for the kids to carry their water bottles in to school...we had all this string...lying around, and all we did was make a bigger ball...so I decided to put it to use...

and keep my hands away from the clippers..

Keep them hands busy!

I can picture a thriving side road market filled with string bags and bags made from woven grass ... a whole thriving side business borne out of the attempt to save Lee's hair...

...now will the lovely shop keeper have hair or no ... who won out? The clippers or the fancy bags ... film at 11

You know me so well...we were felting, on a friend's deck the other day...and we talked about shed hair, and felt...wearing our hair, as hats, and shirts..

And baskets made from some introduced vines, that have become a pest....I have one in the centre of my dining table...

we really have taken this recycling thing back, back back..

In my mind's eye the string is in the bag: a sort of knitting ouroboros