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3.4.09

In all respect of americans and the White House...

... **** Obama.

**** your imaginary quid.

and **** your world order Banks.



-the gang (except for a few more-optimistic buggers)

(i can't sleep these days. i don't think you should be able to either)


[i <3>

11.3.09

ha

Foot warmashizm metre-high
hairpin attachmentism metre-low
My hat, i lost it while i offed for the stockings
o bother, fishes in boots
Off to find it.
Back, can’t find it =(
I’ll ask Miri darling to look for it too,
oy
-belle

erm...

oooooh spazzah!
Crunchy toast
my feet are cold,
i ought to wear my stockings
got the stockings, they’re still cold
haha ahme
perhaps i should put them on then eh?
fantastismal! They’re on the little worms
I’ll let you know how my feet are in a few minutes.

ta!
-belle =)

5.2.09

Snow

It can be so sad, snow. And yet so ever beautiful I think. Poor Francesca. Pray for the Anobiles and her friends. Thinks seem so innocent at times. But this world is not our friend. Still, snow seems so pure and crisp when it first falls. After a long storm, all the white seems brighter and purer than the sun. But it isn't. Every spring returns a true perspective. hmmm. And of course we come along and make everything ugly and muddy and ice. Snow is just for looking at. I do so love snow.
~miri

9.1.09

happy morns

Yippy! So this morning we had chilled peaches and flatbread and it was superblelicous! Honest to hats, I do so love food. Not just the food of course, you know. The people silly. Belle says that it's like sharing a sunset with the clouds, or sharing a big somer blue with a bird, or a gigantor field with the sky; sharing a meal with people. I love it when belle talks like that. She's always so thoughtful like that, you know.
Aeamathor!
-Tia <3

5.1.09

"blustery" was in

danalay.
the wind told me last night, when i asked it about flying
(you know how i talk to the wind. No? Well let's see.
You know i go to the meadows sometimes,
well once when i was really young,
I met the wind! He was there talking with the grass,
so i listened in, not to be rude of course but it was quite loud,
yes, and now we're good friends. but it doesn't like my hat,
don't know why...
hmm)
Anyhu
so the wind told me last night that flying isn't the fun thing
and lifting little baby birds in his arms isn't quite it either.
But what really is truly his thing is running his hands through hair and rustling colourful banners and just playing in the grass..ahme whether weather
I wish i could be the wind too
oy
not my hat then eh?

ta!
-belle =)