M y f a m i l y t r e e ' s l o s i n g a l l i t s l e a v e s
I think these could make cute birthday cards or invitations perhaps, especially if there are all different shades to pick. Maybe with white text. Maybe with half tonezzz? Perhaps.
I do believe the boredom that ensures alongside home visits, has indeed sunk.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
salut salut salut! that is all.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
I would like a white pony. And a white house (with terra cotta roof) on a cliff overlooking a rough sea with white tipped waves. I would like a house filled with polished dark wooden furniture and red tulips in crystal vases. I would like a piano in the garden. I would like to frolic all day and lament all night in white broider anglais petticoats.
I think that sentences that start the way this one did are quite gross. Certainly one of the more selfish ways of starting a sentence anyway. I think that the word blog is quite gross. Not in the same socially unacceptable way our friend I Think is (although blogs are really quite embarrassing and rather socially unacceptable) but the main reason the word blog is so gross, is that it sounds like spew.
And if ever, by some unlucky chance, anything unpleasant should somehow happen, why, there's always soma to give you a holiday from the facts. And there's always soma to calm your anger, to reconcile you to your enemies, to make you patient and long-suffering. In the past you could only accomplish these things by making a great effort and after years of hard moral training. Now, you swallow two or three half-gramme tablets, and there you are. Anybody can be virtuous now. You can carry at least half your morality about in a bottle. Christianity without tears—that's what soma is.