The Lady of the Lambs, a Shepherdess of Sheep

Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white...
She holds her little thoughts in sight,
Though gay they run and leap.
She is so circumspect and right;
She has her soul to keep.
-- Alice Meynell

Wednesday

we're falling, and we're laughing

it’s in the way I often call you out
it’s in the curve of my pretty gown

my come on legs and my pantyhose
I look so precious with my bloody nose
I don’t wanna know, just what I’m gonna do.. I don’t care where you’re going, I’m coming along with you..
walking me home with the grassy field,

falling and laughing at the drinks we spilled.

just one of those nights that I have to share.. 

she’s in a daze, without a care..


city kitty is in route.. Portland for The Bloody Beetroots!!
bahhh!!!

remember you are young, and though you may do things that aren't so good for you, you are young, and you have the rest of your life to learn to be wise. hey and you cant learn wisdom anyways... its all gained through experience.. so screw it all, mess up, get down and smile always.

you have the spirit of a child and a heart as big as your eyes can see..

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