21 June 2012 Thursday
110/72 BP
174 TC
78 G
"[I]f an American jumps out of an airplane, you can't sell him a parachute until after he hits the ground.
...Should i be feeling guilty, or let the judges frown? …
I am a dreamer, and when i wake, you can break my spirit; it’s my dreams you take..
… Goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend. You have been the one for me.
And I still hold your hand in mine, in mine when I’m asleep.
And I will bare my soul in time when I’m kneeling at your feet…
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map
Baby bird bird yesterday, displaced by tree removed so new homeowner can have more light; now bird birds with a mommy though all remain exposed on ground, near the sawdust of previous home.
Lots of dreamings again. I suspect I’m having and remembering these multi-adventure-filled dreams because/when I’m sleeping more than 4 hours a night.
Hair cut yesterday. Hair stylists generally enthuse over my natural wavy hair and then proceed to make it as straight as possible. It’s interesting for a day or two, and then thankfully goes back to itself.
It’s late. About the right time for a ramble, and it’s a been a while here since..