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This is an image I've created in my mind...

I am a young girl, I'm dressed in a floral pink dress with white socks and white lace-up shoes. Everywhere I look I see daisies. But I am blind. I cannot physically see them. It's better like this though, because they become the daisies I want them to be. They're white, they have pink stems. I collect them, and as I pull the pink stems away, I can hear the hamronies of angels. I am so content. It's beautiful this place. I sit oh the vacant hillside and I make a collection of daisychains. The sunlight begins to fade away and I am feeling the breeze of the darkness coming on. I fall asleep and become engulfed in my dreams. This is the life.

I like this image a lot, I thought it was good enough to share.

Adrienne

Sew, I have this radically cuteeee friend named Adrienne. A simple, yet open-minded young lass she is.

This post is dedicated to her, and the numerous nicknames she gains from me.

Here's a few:

-Ady Gee

-Adro

-Adro Snoopdizzle

-Shuffler

-France

-Wally

-Gaylord

-G-unit

-Ad-ee (as spoken by Mr Smith)

-Caitlyn's Sister

-Hotbitch

and there are many more.

She is an inspiration to all nickname creationists.

Someday I will cut off her face/body and plaster it on mine.

This is how cute we are:

Content

Right now, everything seems to fit, all the glass slippers are fitting my feet and I am content.

A picture speaks a thousand words right. This is it. Back to this. And it is so great.



I want my film developed.

You see these red wine lips, I didnt dream of this.

The beauty of red wine is so wondrous that the words I type and formulate would give it no due credit.

It is the catalyst of my happiness, strange and alcoholic I know. Though for me, it is similar to the beauty I see in a small child's eyes. It is strangely idiotic that I be so in love with a mere substance.

I don't think it would bother me if I had to live on it, even if it was non-alcoholic.

Its beauty is unmeasureable, and if I could I would create a cute little club, based on the drinking of red wine, staining of lips and reading of romantic love stories.

God bless red wine.
And god bless this site, where I have the ability to jitter on about insignificant ideologies and thoughts, and no one can do a thing about it. Pure, pure loveee.

Good times to roll on.

E.E.Cummings

As cliche as it sounds, someday I want this fairytale, yes, mixed with some cheap red wine and a book full of stories.

Good Times

The greatest two words to grace the world. I have been fortunate enough to have these two words enstilled in my vocabulary, the odd repetition occuring on a day-to-day basis. Some would say this phrase is used to often by myself, although I tend to disagree. I like to think every moment, every story and every word spoken should be blessed with the label ''good times, good times."

Although, some days, like today, I would beg to differ. I'm entrapped in a world controlled by gossip and I find myself lost. I want to escape, I want to leave and I've never wanted something so badly in my life. 422.

The Gift Of Story

I felt it necessary to proclaim for the joy that is this book.

A cute collection of tales, for those of us that are easily amused by non-cliche stories, that speak of apricot seeds, museums and childhood love.

Old Skewl

As the days press on, and my memory becomes fragile, slipping away from me more and more everyday. I find comfort in looking back, in reminiscing on the old times. There wasn't a care in the world.

Garage Bands

I have found myself entrapped in the glory of this site, constantly reminded of its ability to assert each to it's own.

How splendid, I thought, to capture the ultimate creativeness of humanity, both those that can shape it themselves and those that prefer to bask in the creative abilities of others. Both, I say, are indicitive of the nature of people.

We are completed merely by those who surround us, yet some of us, are still incomplete, waiting for our choice of surroundings.

Mimi Holvast- has been my inspiration, the reason for my entrappment.