Go Ahead, Believe In Coincidence Instead
My writing corner, it’s ceiling light went out
It’s been six months
Here I am, Your avatar, amused
It’s back
In the midnight, the only night
As I sat here and cherished the dark’s dancing candle light
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How Do You Know Yours Does You?
This Morning loves me
I can tell
When fist He brings me coffee
Then goes tempting my eagerness with
forbidden gumdrop fruit
Designed and built all just for me
He, then, He let’s me be
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I Bet You Don’t Know It’s You
It’s made for me
The world is
The way i am made for me
i am the World Herself
i adore You World
You adored me first
– i just noticed
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Your own personal fairy dust
This moment touches you
Oh, we’re here, here, here
Joy and you hold hands just then
To breathe,
the atom splits again
Again, again, again
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Bottle Your Elixir of Life
To live high on this delicious brew
All the fermenting is you
If you can’t be still and feel
Gratitud
You’re screwed
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What Does “World” Mean Anyway?
For God so loved the game that he played it.
John 3:16
That’s all I have to say about that. I only wish Clown Head were still here in the game and not logged out.
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Nothing penultimate about this one…
So long, and thanks for all the fish. By the time you read this I shall sadly no longer be with you. Thank you for all the “likes” and comments, and …
Nothing penultimate about this one…
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The best follow up with cookies or a thank you note.
I suck at all that follow uppy stuff. I’ve felt so jealous just on principle.
Today, I figured this out.
I don’t bake, wrap and deliver cookies.
I follow up with stories.
I bake wrap and deliver meaning.
So, that’s what I’m up to.
No cookies for you.
waywardspirit 