

Mom in the BluebonnetsMom in the BluebonnetsMom in the Bluebonnets
Even on her knees, She towers over the bluebonnets, Agile fingers laced upon one knee Smiling at the camera. Her visor shades her eyes; She wears paint-streaked jeans And an old T-shirt Under a faded flannel. Her wedding ring glints on her hand.
Then there are the things
I cannot see, but know are there. There is a tiny gold razorback
On a chain at her throat, A tribute to her home state. I know theres a pistol in a holster On the back of her jeans, a .357 Filled with snakeshot In case we mee
Falken's Maze

WinterWinterWinter
Winter crept into town last night I walk through the smell of cold on the wind. I have switched out my green fleece jacket
For my soft black leather coat, and I
Zip it up after a few minutes outside. My ears tingle and ache with cold. Though its only seven, no one is out but us, Though the streets held people short nights ago. Dark spots of water speckle the pavement Like the spots on a die, so perfectly spaced. I snug my hands in warm deep pockets And walk faster, turning back towards home As it begins to drizzle. I cant


Slipping AwaySlipping AwaySlipping Away
He, who so loves learning, can no longer Turn the pages of a book or hold one flat So I burn songs, audiobooks, podcasts to CDs Over 200 hours of noise for him to listen to Because I am helpless to do anything else.
I remember him working on car engines,
Playing chess with me, answering all my questions About science and life and everything else. I remember him teaching me to shoot, and
Spending long shivering hours in deer blinds.
But the strong biceps that I remember Are no bigger around than a half-dollar And he cannot lift a
Devious Comments
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stay negative.
my stock: ~Green-Woman-Stock
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When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained. --Samuel Lenghorn Clements, aka Mark Twain
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When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained. --Samuel Lenghorn Clements, aka Mark Twain
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When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained. --Samuel Lenghorn Clements, aka Mark Twain
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you're my favourite number, all that counts is you
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All art is quite useless.
-Oscar Wilde
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"We sleep safely in our beds at night because a few rough men stand ready to do violence in our behalf."
George Orwell
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"We sleep safely in our beds at night because a few rough men stand ready to do violence in our behalf."
George Orwell
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In the darkness of the night, we are the beacons of the light that stand for what is right.
Memento Mori
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When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained. --Samuel Lenghorn Clements, aka Mark Twain
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When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained. --Samuel Lenghorn Clements, aka Mark Twain
Thanks so much for adding me to your watch! I hope you will continue to enjoy my Catography!
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Catography
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...[~Hidden Bracket~]...
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I haven't lost my mind - It's backed up on disk somewhere...
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When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained. --Samuel Lenghorn Clements, aka Mark Twain
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I haven't lost my mind - It's backed up on disk somewhere...
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When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained. --Samuel Lenghorn Clements, aka Mark Twain
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I haven't lost my mind - It's backed up on disk somewhere...
Even if it is all jewelry and none of my actual art. xD
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Sorry I missed church, I was busy practicing witch craft and becoming a lesbian.
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In the Book of Life, the answers are not in the back...
Charles Schulz (Creator of Peanuts)
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