Twas the day after Christmas and all through the house Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
Wife : “I dreamt they were auctioning off dicks. The big ones went for ten dollars and the thick ones went for twenty dollars. “Husband : “How about the ones like mine? “Wife : “Those they gave away. “Husband : “I had a dream too…I dreamt they were auctioning off cunts. The pretty ones went… Read more »
How can I keep my soul in me, so that it doesn’t touch your soul? How can I raise it high enough, past you, to other things? I would like to shelter it, among remote lost objects, in some dark and silent place that doesn’t resonate when your depths resound. Yet everything that touches us,… Read more »
A little while, a little while, The weary task is put away, And I can sing and I can smile, Alike, while I have holiday. Why wilt thou go, my harassed heart, What thought, what scene invites thee now? What spot, or near or far, Has rest for thee, my weary brow?
Today we busy ourselves with cute sleeping doggies (and one kitten) and the origin or a well known expression. ‘Let sleeping dogs lie’ derives from the long-standing observation that dogs are often unpredictable when they are suddenly disturbed. Geoffrey Chaucer was one of the first to put this notion into print, in Troilus and Criseyde,… Read more »
I watched this really nice documentary and I was surprised how clear-minded these elderly people are. A bit frail, their skin looking like parchment paper, their eyes sometimes clouded but their voice is strong. I think the secret of a long-lived life is being surrounded by people, socialising, shopping, following your desires. “I have beautiful… Read more »