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my own dearly beloved sister
how can a few pixels and a couple of photons bounce on the back of my eyeballs and back along the optic nerve where I live in the dream light and everything is running on dream time. and ithe flickering light of your picture and your words squeeze out a few billionths of an ounce of some neurochemical that makes my brain drip love>>>>>>>>>>>.? I suppose my family has been my teacher, my first friends my siblings, my first sister my sister. My platonic lover, all the benefits of a woman's love and none of the draw backs.
(if clay can get away with not using emoticons why cant I?)
Clean socks
thank you, I don't think i would be sitting here alive if not for that mystical magical metaphorical washing machine of yours.
I been reading down the lists and all the replies are so amzing
a lot of light here tonight
A lot of darkness outside the light
But it don't matter
How far west do you have to go to see a sunrise.
Roses are blooming in Texas, baby sister tends those bushes like they are a shirne to The Rose Of San Antone
First sisters, took me about thirty six years to get over my brainwashing.
A sister is a woman who is a sister, First sisters are just an accident of birth
A rose is a woman is a woman
Buddhism 101
In the beginning there was this flower
Seven daughters of Eve, and Four Daughters Of Mary
And everybody was happy
and nobody was getting rich
because this was before money
but after home cooking
