it doesn't taste the way it smells. |
God rests on your tongue, without a word.and it's not as if I don't find demonology intriguing, not such as weather, but science none the less.we all have a voice. one that most have yet to pull their...
Posted by Miss Jennifer P. Fraser on Tue, 08 May 2007 10:39:00 PST |
birthstones and birthrights |
Topaz is said to cure madness and brighten the wit. Powdered and put in wine, it cures insomnia. It was used by Mariners with out a moon. I was born in the month of the Topaz, it being my birthstone. ...
Posted by Miss Jennifer P. Fraser on Mon, 15 Jan 2007 08:13:00 PST |
I am my father's son. |
I may not be an honest man.but I do want to be the kind that can,build a home with his bare hand............for my darling boy....
Posted by Miss Jennifer P. Fraser on Fri, 01 Dec 2006 11:38:00 PST |
THE MEANEST TREES... |
always grow the greenest leaves.Consider that our voices are fathered by heroism, and the disposal of our vigilancy is mothered by the institution of silence (the inarticulation of our guts.) and grac...
Posted by Miss Jennifer P. Fraser on Wed, 24 May 2006 03:09:00 PST |
Nameless Cities. |
"Don't mind the barking out in back, that's just Millie. She is our bulldog, she is so darn ugly that she scares herself when she passes by the mirror." This all coming out of a waitress speaking thr...
Posted by Miss Jennifer P. Fraser on Sun, 26 Feb 2006 11:57:00 PST |
Men that i have loved have said............... |
The overwhelming pressure of mediocrity, sluggish and indomitable as a glacier, will mitigate the most violent and depress the most exalted revolutions. --T.S. Eliot
Never to talk to oneself is a f...
Posted by Miss Jennifer P. Fraser on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
