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On the Tour
Before proceeding to the main attraction, the people were requested to remove their shoes and watches.
They were to be placed in safety boxes until a later time.
While on the tour, the cacophonous machines that lined the path would have been deafening,
but luckily ear protection was made available, courtesy of generous sponsors.
The automated guide ( Read more... ) -
Over My Shoulder
It makes me glad that there is a song written about her ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: Historian's Choice
There are an awful lot of eras I would like to live in. I can't think of them all, but I would most definitely like to experience all the epic music scene of the 60's and 70's. I also think it would be interesting to be the age I am now in the year I was born. I suppose what I really want to do is visit all the decades in the 20th century (the ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: Philanthropy
I volunteer my time at the library. Why? I love libraries. They're beautiful, peaceful places filled with books and I'm happy to help. *^_^*
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Writer's Block: LiveJournal Book Club
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Standing naked in the rain
She wonders what it would feel like
to stand naked in the rain.
She fancies she should try it once,
just herself, thin and plain.
She would free her dampened hair
so it may trail down her back,
and entertain the icy drops
until it's cold and slack.
To tilt her head back to the sky
and let the water hit her face.
If arms spread wide should be too bold,
she ( Read more... ) -
I'm not quite sure what we're supposed to do
It's an absolute Tower of Babel in the park,
and all the people come to see the trees.
I always forget what euphoria bicycles are
until I'm on one again.
I love feeling inspired, feeling full.
Feeling genuinely joyful.
I had a dream where I hugged you in a city turned paradise
and we were both so whole.
Of all the lovely things to see on television,
I ( Read more... ) -
Thoughts
I like to watch, to use my eyes. Eyes, in addition to hands, are the most beautiful parts of the human body. At least, that's what I believe. When I get a place of my own I wish to cover the walls in photographs of eyes and hands ( Read more... ) -
Gee, darling
Originally posted to linebyline, the key line being 'she just couldn't help herself ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
In the tall grey house in the middle of the beach colors lives a tall, sad mad. He wakes up and types his thoughts only to toss the papers on the dusty, smooth floor. He pours himself water in a wine glass and watches the summer beauties play. From the deck of the seaside restaurant a girl sees him and gives him a name and a story to tell ( Read more... )