Thachair mi air coileach beag ri taobh geata a' ghàrradh ( Read more... )

' Bheil thu nad chadal? ' Bheil thu nad chadal ( Read more... )

dreams scream in flashing streams that strobe rode the garderobe in flickering light night might stick the woolly mammoth down
fight flight through silver light bending sending sonic ending all hail the silver scale mailing postal brown

I have no idea what it means - it just flowed as a result to an unexpected prompt (woolly feet, if you're

Helen of Troy each morning got up,
drank her tea from her morning cup,
made up her face, dressed with great care,
selected her jewelry and put up her hair,
checked her appearance and made it all right,
then she sat down and waited for night.