brains and bones |
and the mind is a funny thing. but my bones are the ones that are weary. not too much more, too much toil and fray. so It goes. I don't, but It does. My folks wear me, and I even then slip anothe...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Aug 2007 18:22:00 GMT |
my wheels must now stay on the ground |
the days are mostly grey, but the light is still silver. if it weren't for that silver november..! the moss has died, the sky's face is turned away from the wind, and my skirts have gotten...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Nov 2006 11:21:00 GMT |
currently eight and a half inches above five |
it has been at least four weeks since i have worn high heels. it may have been more but i just didn't keep track until i started to notice that i was looking up instead of down. i...
Posted by on Sat, 27 May 2006 18:32:00 GMT |
cheek stained pink |
ahhh, yes, skirts that fall below my kneeeeees, because they have more of a mind of their own. The tree branches show flowers today, i thinkk that is a sign of goodfortune. My bi...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Apr 2006 11:51:00 GMT |
sara, where are you from? |
Blog! my favorite colour is browntown.
Posted by on Thu, 20 Apr 2006 23:13:00 GMT |
