help help with me too,
I hear ya. Hoping I can articulate in my dreams.
If I wake up with em on my mind, I'll let ya know.
I spent the whole winter mad as heck, ha ha
Look how I forget things to my likings.
Close the doors, close up the windows until the storm blows in and I want them open to feel it vibrate my skin. If there'll be storm, I'll be in the middle,
but I won't likely remember any of that tonight.
Thanks for the wrestling.
I wouldn't likes you sugary.
Women born with something to do with thinking about labor pains.
The extreme pain and though we can bring it to mind, we have this innate sense or nonsense to forget about it for awhile in order for life to progress.
So we can have baby number two, three, four.
Funny dream last night.
I was in my house when I heard this terrible shrieking.
Soundly just like roasters fight...a cock call on territory. I looked out the door and sure enough two young neighbor men were starting an old fashioned cock fight with two other young men. The two fathers were both there and the neighbor father noticed me noticing, so he walked up to my door in neighborly fashion, I could tell men like him had this almost apologetic tone towards women. Asking women to forgive the nature of men.
Yes, it wasn't even about forgiving, just plain accepting. Anyway, the main and best part to the dream was about the storm brewing outside and the way my doors were. I reached up at the top corner of the door and pulled this noise resistant, weather resistant seal. It was a thin, but heavy duty plastic, it came out of the corned like cellophane out of the sleeve. I grabbed it at the corner and pulled it down. It shut out the world.
I woke up thinking I could be a millionaire making a new innovative weather door and windows. I should patten them and call em dream doors, dream window.
I guess I was wrong when I said I'd stand out in the weather. I didn't stand there very long, lol.
Men and women.
We need them both for progress. One to be active and the other to shrug.
Well, those aren't the best descriptive, could use a lot of adjectives in place of.
But, I'm o.k. about men, some of them, prolly not the whole of em.
I think, historically speaking, not sure with modern, but when men went to war, a lot of women could just stand in the doorway and wave good-bye. They weirdly would have this terrible heartache, but hide it in a little box within. Just accept and wave, just understand they're not to understand.
We might be cold hearted, I don't know. Cruel, too.
Stand and wave. Looks like an ugly truth.
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll