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Machinations of a lazy cheat See post in comment section Gratitude is when memory is stored in the heart and not in the mind. -Lionel Hampton Sometimes I make a move, sorry to leave my home, but hope I will find another of equal character. At night I gaze at the starry mass with no idea to which one the earth attached. May'be that cute little one over there or that one that sits alone in the inky black. ~~ 'My place amongst the stars' c/o former member SPB ~~ |
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Gratitude is when memory is stored in the heart and not in the mind. -Lionel Hampton A few years back while on one of my visits to alt to check on my peeps I realized it was November, so instead of posting anything to my blog, I posted a gratitude on his. Tonight I'm feeling sleepy and lazy and damn grateful that he hasn't blown up that profile yet, so I can snatch that gratitude and copy paste it here instead. I don't comment all over the blogs like I once did, but oh those few who I cant get enough of reading and commenting with are those who I am truly thankful for. Morning wood, thankfully........ If my clitoris was a penis, I'd have tented pants every morning, noon and night from the word woody's I get just waltzing around amongst my friends and the internet. Whether it's a word, a name, a sharp turn of phrase, a deliberately clever misspelling or a snatch of conversation, my nowhere near as young as it used to be brain, loves to see the cleverness and 'wait! what?!' skill of those around me. Whether it makes me laugh hysterically, stop dead in my tracks in surprise or consider offering the number to a good therapist, I do love that I'm reminded how awesome a good tongue tango is when throughout the day we mostly glide along without thought or feeling. It's a world filled with verbal smacks on the ass from the silly-sophical to the psych-illogical and for THAT I am truly grateful Sometimes I make a move, sorry to leave my home, but hope I will find another of equal character. At night I gaze at the starry mass with no idea to which one the earth attached. May'be that cute little one over there or that one that sits alone in the inky black. ~~ 'My place amongst the stars' c/o former member SPB ~~
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Yes, words can take us so many places and each special word brings that gratitude.
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I don't want her number unless she's hawt, smart, and likes getting her ass paddled. Just making sure we both define good therapy the right way. 
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Now you have it. November is gratitude month. Howling at the moon and mal ad osteo.
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I know I am but not as much as I should be. You're welcome all the same.  Sometimes I make a move, sorry to leave my home, but hope I will find another of equal character. At night I gaze at the starry mass with no idea to which one the earth attached. May'be that cute little one over there or that one that sits alone in the inky black. ~~ 'My place amongst the stars' c/o former member SPB ~~
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Yes, words can take us so many places and each special word brings that gratitude.  Sometimes I make a move, sorry to leave my home, but hope I will find another of equal character. At night I gaze at the starry mass with no idea to which one the earth attached. May'be that cute little one over there or that one that sits alone in the inky black. ~~ 'My place amongst the stars' c/o former member SPB ~~
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I don't want her number unless she's hawt, smart, and likes getting her ass paddled. Just making sure we both define good therapy the right way. Sometimes I make a move, sorry to leave my home, but hope I will find another of equal character. At night I gaze at the starry mass with no idea to which one the earth attached. May'be that cute little one over there or that one that sits alone in the inky black. ~~ 'My place amongst the stars' c/o former member SPB ~~
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Speaking of pranks and pokers.......... I dunno why I started wanting to make my own tarot deck this weekend but i did. It is nothing at all like these things you described. You apocalypse is making me apoplectic! Im stealing the shooting idea one, anyway  Ok those were funny. Not me at all, but still funny. I can get behind the ring toss and cock tales of cream, but I dunno about stretched out v-jayjays. That's not a thing any woman wants to think about. Ever. Smoked chocolate cake, now.....damn....Im still obsessing over that shit. I just need to bite the bullet and use a bit of liquid smoke in some chocolate frosting/ganache, cuz I'm gonna be dead and mummified like a smoked cuzi if I wait around for you to make me some. Not to be confused with I hope you remember that I want to be smoked not buried or cremated when I die. And don't let them pull my brain out with any hooks either. I want cerebral jerky left intact. A nice hickory mesquite blend, please Sometimes I make a move, sorry to leave my home, but hope I will find another of equal character. At night I gaze at the starry mass with no idea to which one the earth attached. May'be that cute little one over there or that one that sits alone in the inky black. ~~ 'My place amongst the stars' c/o former member SPB ~~
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Now you have it. November is gratitude month.  I'm getting there, slowly but surely. This day by day shit aint for the faint of heart. Sometimes I make a move, sorry to leave my home, but hope I will find another of equal character. At night I gaze at the starry mass with no idea to which one the earth attached. May'be that cute little one over there or that one that sits alone in the inky black. ~~ 'My place amongst the stars' c/o former member SPB ~~
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Being smoked is weird, lol but I got it in my head earlier this year and it stuck. Im not serious about it, well not 100% anyway, but it sits in the back of my mind that were meant to go back into the earth and feed it not be enshrined in metal and lacquered caskets that stop the land from living. Can I package you and shoot you to the stars when it is your time(if im still around of course)? Id like that! I dont wanna float around out there like some frozen Oscar the Grouch in a tin can, but I can see you jettisoning through space, unconscious but still exploring and forging a path as you go where no other you know has went before. Yeah, I want the damn smoked cake. Its bizarre how much so. I dont even like the thought of modified frosting so I really will have to put liquid smoke on my shopping list along with chocolate cake. Happy snaps??  Sometimes I make a move, sorry to leave my home, but hope I will find another of equal character. At night I gaze at the starry mass with no idea to which one the earth attached. May'be that cute little one over there or that one that sits alone in the inky black. ~~ 'My place amongst the stars' c/o former member SPB ~~
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