The key is a good meal


your mouth is a door and its lock your tongue


your stomach is its knob to be turned


Our motto here: "inspire other people to do the dishes"


or "a mind is a meal"


enough of this: a life supreme is love


do you know where love resides?


No, your gruesome groin of gash is blessed to only hint at love



To say it a bit differently:


He is the perfect mix to me of blues and folk and funk and feeling


and then I found myself a mother


knitting stuff with afternoons of sleepy mama waiting for me


but then again, there's only one captain on this boat


and on the other side untitled pride


until untitled lashes s t i l l morning gives us quiet time


another anthem for another 17 year-old girl


our reasons for staying


the book girl from anthropic boyfriends came and went through all this


thought I thought I could marry some


We knew they were all kits shipped few


I must say, “I know”


I know bread is life and wheat is stuff


He eats a lot of fruits and vegetables


Almost everyone eating all these foods will do fine

and survive


But remember I am trying to regulate the devil


Some women who don't ovulate collapse, may be their devil and it definitely is mine


My stomach and my needs are the devil


When the devil leaves, we feel more blessed and amazed with lives unexpected

How happy we are that there is


Lovely, heavenly Our minds for our lives

a trade


and gently and lovingly, a masterpiece I really have learned life loves life

That's why I went to the fabric store tonight in search of prints to make some new spring scarves



I just love this look and I also love toast (the catalog of bread to follow)


I get a lot emails about what I eat


and soon we'll be off to the kindergarten valentines day party!

Tonight as I lay in my misery I will be thinking a lot about that penny and just how lonely I'd be if I hadn't found it I remember, too. That was really funny.


I hope it gets warm again real soon


I can't wait to go to the park and eat all the rabbits with fresh cut grass in their bellies