house of seven gables |
why are poets so apt to choose their mates, not for any similarity of poetic endowment but for qualities which might make the happiness of the rudist handycraftsman as well as that as the ideal c...
Posted by Awen on Mon, 11 Jun 2007 05:24:00 PST |
seriously... |
So much eye candy at my house!! Was it hot in here last night, or what?! I have to get a good camera soon.... ;P I am such a lucky gurl... You're hawtt, sweet, smart and kind! I love you guys!!!
Posted by Awen on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 09:35:00 PST |
about my spidies.. by Dr Lynda Rayer |
'Cuddles' African Baboon -my newest lil crawly, orangie/amber coulored... no pics yet, hides alot :)
-These are burrowers that spend an incredible amount of time moving soil around the cage,...
Posted by Awen on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 03:25:00 PST |
eep |
Dont make me go alone. I hate it so... I might not survive it this time. Evil evil shopping... Im tired of thinking, of writing, of creating, of working and of sleeping. What am I to do.... Maybe...
Posted by Awen on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 06:24:00 PST |
scraped knees |
Here I am again. Stealing kisses. For a moment they give me flight.
I'm about to stumble but have no where to fall.
Posted by Awen on Wed, 06 Jun 2007 02:09:00 PST |
my precious... |
http://img380.imageshack.us/img380/2496/sno1zo5.jpg
http://img380.imageshack.us/img380/1475/snone6.jpg
It was a birthday present. it was......
Posted by Awen on Thu, 24 May 2007 11:47:00 PST |
to all my dear friends |
I dont remember when exactly I stumbled upon this little velvet purse full of colorful gems... but you are all so beautiful and sparkley. I love to hold you and look at you (*ooo... shiney*) And when ...
Posted by Awen on Fri, 18 May 2007 01:45:00 PST |
beyond the outposts |
From what I've seen of the hearts of men and women, they're governed more by dread than anything else. Cept hatred. Yes I supose that love is a stonger thing than either, now and then. But as a rule l...
Posted by Awen on Wed, 16 May 2007 02:08:00 PST |
Dear lover |
Dear lover I cant take the pain no more
Dear lover I pick my heart up from the floor
Dear lover I can't believe it's come to this
Dear lover give me one last painful kiss
-Social Distortion...
Posted by Awen on Tue, 15 May 2007 12:52:00 PST |
good or bad, I cant stay here |
new land may be rough
the ground hard to till
but land that is barren
is better than ill
the disease that consumes
I will shed with this skin
I wll hide in the darkness
away from the din
alone with t...
Posted by Awen on Mon, 14 May 2007 04:30:00 PST |
