After Eight Moments…
She was like the moon… Part of her was always hidden away. – Dia Reeves If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Year: 2017
Thunderstorm…
The thunder woke her up, way before the alarm clock would have. The window was still shaking when she opened her eyes on the new day. Another flash of light forced her eyelids closed, and the skies roared again. She rolled in bed, covering her head with the sheets, wipping tears from her sleepy eyes.…… Continue reading Thunderstorm…
After Eight Moments…
What’s there to add? Let the light do the magic! If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Shoot, I can’t read The Bag Lady anymore…
Her thoughts, that is. She jumped in and followed Madame Suze and Colin the Giant in their quest to keep their mind for their very own!! Dang!! It doesn’t really matter… There still are a lot of beautiful minds to squat, on WordPress! Unless all of you start wearing tin foil, and we start the…… Continue reading Shoot, I can’t read The Bag Lady anymore…
White moose anyone?
I like it when the breaking news of the day are news that aren’t such big news… To me, it means that nothing awefully threathening is going on in the world. No “I’ll blow your country to smithereens!” tweet out overnight, no tropical storm hitting the coast or major earthquake followed by a tsunami. Today,…… Continue reading White moose anyone?
Regrets…
I’m sorry, for having been once lovable. It wasn’t meant or intended, and I won’t do it anymore…
After Eight Moments…
With a little luck, even clovers may blossom… – Me If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Beware!
I have super powers, it seems. Well, I might be exagerating a bit here. I have a super power, according to some people; I can collect their wandering thoughts, and it has been brought to my attention a number of times. It comes as no surprise, because I hung out with my own Professor Xavier, and he…… Continue reading Beware!
Tough Love…
I’d punch a kiss straight on your lips my raging desire around your neck, tight, a stroke almost gentle, running my sharpened nails on their scarred names in your flesh… Soul thirsty, would you care to pour me a shot?
Just thinking…
A Facebook friend wrote something tonight, that roughly translates into the following; Today, a friend helped me, and refused that I’d pay him in return… Thank you second neighbour! As you might imagine, she got various comments like “Aww how great of him!” “Way to go, man!” And I am glad she got help…… Continue reading Just thinking…
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