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"If I had a world of my own everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary-wise; what it is wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?" (Alice, who lives in Wonderland)
Alice and her Wonderland friends
itsjustme
There are days I drop words of comfort on myself like falling rain & remember it is enough to be taken care of by my self.
Me and my perfect dog
Or, my perfect dog and I
The Roomie
When she was much younger
History in the making
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- who woulda thunk...
- Emotional overload
- Calm Before the storm?
- A natural miracle
- From tomato to sky
- He called my bluff
- Thinking thoughts
- Innocent pup
- ALIENS!!!!!
- Damn Bunnies!
- Marbles rematch
- My chair
- still trying to make sense
- My Dog Bear
- Happy Ending
- nothing in particular
- on this day 23 years ago...
- Full of excuses
- mom
- Bear Rug
- changing names
- Epiphany
- Focus on the positve
- Fear of Flying
- Guess it doesn't matter
- It's the friends you can call at 4am that matter
- Words to live by
- Fruits of my labor
- Bears Pond
- My Old Man
- Please ignore the buddy request!!
- I forgot
- what a difference a good night sleep makes!
- oh my god I'm tired
- One More Thing
- my rocker is too low
- What to do?
- it was 'nothing spectacular'
- The mutt is gone
- Not tonight, I have a headache
- Fate, serendipity, kismet, luck
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Followers
Songs in the key of J
empty, just like my mind
1 comment:
I walked around the pond . . . actually tonight I walked around the island in the pond, in the park, a couple blocks from my place. Dunkin' Donuts is a block from my place. It breaks up the trip to the park.
Anyway, Bear's pond is pristine! Unlike the park pond which is blanketed, shore to shore, with some kind of bright green alge you see on stagnant ponds in the woods sometimes. Its not really slimmy but if you put your hand into it, when you pull it out it would be coated with the stuff. When fish are snapping up bugs near the shore as darkness falls, they make these starry night swirls that stay on the surface long enough to make you wonder if on another pond, at another place, in another time, Vincent was perhaps inspired.
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