Serves TwoPreparation Time: Indefinite. Serves two.Serves Two
Rekindle the memories of previous lover over an open flame until black and charred.
Let cool. Grind to a fine powder with mortar and pestle and force of will and let blow away on first available breeze.
Marinate tender new love overnight for countless nights in starlight and midnight whispers. Gradually increate heat until selves are well blended. Mix with hopes for the future, half-hearted arguments about who misplaced the keys (may substitute remote for keys here), or who used the ketchup last. &
angel's musingsangel's musings Iangel's musings
it makes no difference to me the way you see us. Human vision
is like seeing through
a dirty mason jar, underwater, with only one eye open, anyway.
I don't care if you paint us in uncomfortable flowing robes
like bedsheets, or as pale, overfed babies with chicken wings. And those laughable perfect-circle halos around our heads, like dinner plates! Those are my favorite.
You have never seen us, so how could you know the truth?
That's the mystery of human visio
angel of deathI could have tended your wounds, like a battlefield surgeon, spurred on to save your life in the heat of the moment, the chaos of dying. I could have raised you up, when your own broken spirit to hold on had failed you. I am able.angel of death
But every creature
in nature, and beyond, has its niche and I am no exception. My habitat: the still spaces between human heartbeats. My sustenance: your last, gasping breaths. I must exist. I must feed. I must do what I was created for. Nothing more.
Maybe now you unders
the angels singhark hark back, the angels say, to rough wordless stories of when the world was new and we believed in matter and miraclesthe angels sing
our eternal tales (and the best tales are all eternal, aren't they?) tell of the secret spaces between heartbeats where we reside, and grow up, and, momentarily, die
we want to believe
in the simplicity
of breath and dirt and forgiveness but they seem far away from us now like the way you witness the stars, a burnt-out pantomime, a memory &n
Not Cool Enough...
Neutral
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From Squirrel Hollow the whole world!
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I am Frozen and I love Azure Dragon
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Love is stronger than death. (Robert Fulghum)
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"The idea that counts in science must lead to fruitful work, not only to speculation that does not engender empirical test, no matter how much it stretches the mind."
~ Stephen J. Gould
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Love is stronger than death. (Robert Fulghum)
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Love is stronger than death. (Robert Fulghum)
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There should be laws against me!
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