I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed
Little angels hang above my head and read me like an open book
Suck my blood
Break my nerve
Offer me their arms
Well, I will not be an enemy of anything
I'll only stand here
Waiting for you
All my sins...
I said that I would pay for them if I could come back to you
All my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming
I'm gone......
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Archives - May 2021
May - the flowers are coming and it's warming up. I planted these babies in the fall of 2020 and look - miracle! But the pros at Thanksg...
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Niki and I are watching a sugar glider for 3 weeks!! A few hours ago I didn't know what they were, but we have one!! In our house!! ...
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My friend Sabra put together a private class at Citrus Pear dinners over the summer, and I was stoked to try it out. You head to a local gro... -
Him: You're like McDonalds. (Me thinking "Huh?") Him: I'm lovin it. No, actually I'm loving it.
1 comment:
Great song. And now, every time I hear it, I'll think of you. Not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing...mostly good, I suppose.
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