Translation of Profile Song -el golpe traidor |
I never thought that some day you'd pay me with treason Your fake love left my heart wounded
With your fiery caresses and your witchy kisses you made me dream
You left me with memories...
Posted by wyette feels-betternow on Wed, 24 Oct 2007 08:23:00 PST |
so i set it to private... |
to give myself a bit of wiggle room in so far as writing about more intimate subjectry is concerned. i'm feeling a little out on a limb as is.
Posted by wyette feels-betternow on Tue, 22 May 2007 04:46:00 PST |
Feed My Addiction! |
So, thanks to a dear dearly dearest friend here in sylva, who so generously bestows me with a bag of clothing nearly every time i visit her....My deranged obsession with the one-peice-wonder outfits k...
Posted by wyette feels-betternow on Thu, 26 Oct 2006 04:44:00 PST |
Up to Something Twisted |
As always, I'm hatching plans in the henhouse and have a cauldron of plots bubbling over the firepit in the backyard. There, as also always, there is no real lucid quality to my schemeing but rather,...
Posted by wyette feels-betternow on Sat, 14 Oct 2006 12:50:00 PST |
Bright Lights, Big City |
So, sometimes all it takes is a sideshow to challenge the perception of a sassy, country girl and make her rife with dissatisifaction and angst. It's too much flurry and commotion to maintain whistle...
Posted by wyette feels-betternow on Mon, 09 Oct 2006 02:59:00 PST |
Don't forget the brimstone! |
So they are still going at it. I don't know how long this will last but, I guess noise ordinances don't apply to Jesus-lovers. Damn. It took some courage but, I cruised by the other evening. The p...
Posted by wyette feels-betternow on Fri, 15 Sep 2006 04:25:00 PST |
Hellfire & Damnation |
Down the hill from my house and across the bridge over Scotts Creek, Django and I usually take a hard right, past a row of storage buildings, and we clamber up a bank to a patchy grass but mostly asph...
Posted by wyette feels-betternow on Tue, 12 Sep 2006 11:26:00 PST |
