Hey, Are You Done with that Dryer?

Yay! She’s back!

Living a Beautiful Life

You better know when you’re swingin’ ’round the room
Looks like magic’s solely yours tonight

Heat hits my skin, reaching, catching tumbling fabric

Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Why’d you break it down when I’m not in the mood

Sharp metallic bites, feel for denim seams instead

Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Rather be home with the one in bed till dawn with you

Tossing sheets overhead, folding corners-to-corners

You got so many colors make a blind man so confused
Then why can’t I keep up when you’re the only thing I lose?

Stacking on top of delicates, protected by pink mesh bags

My heart could take a chance but my two feet can’t find a way
You think that I could muster up a little soft shoe gentle sway

Towels, plush bordeaux, sinking into deep seaweed green

Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Rather be home with no one if I can’t get down with…

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For you…

This is such a beautiful post I had to share it.

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S/W Ver: 9E.03.39R For you all!!!

I just wanted to say thank you to my new followers and to the ones that have been here from the start…The ones that I call my family…I appreciate you all so very much…

Thank you all for sticking with me when I am to ill to be on here…The ones that leave notes checking in on me…You all have a special place in my heart…♥♥♥




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Greetings From the Loony Bin

Great post!

A Buick in the Land of Lexus


When my therapist advised me to check into a treatment center, all I could think of was how wonderful it would be to go somewhere restful and sleep abundantly.

It’s exhausting fighting for every second of your life.

“Treatment center” is therapist jargon for “mental hospital.” I prefer the romance of “loony bin.” It comes from the word “lunatic,” derived from “luna.” There’s something comforting in the antiquated notion that I, like vampires and werewolves, am simply the victim of changing phases of the moon.

I have an ongoing fantasy of electroshock treatments cauterizing the endless loop in my brain. No “and how does that make you feel?” for days and months and years; just a flip of a switch; current flows; I am healed.

It takes a giant leap of faith to presume that a degree and a shingle guarantee someone will possess the empathy, patience, understanding…

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