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I wanna make a mess. Blow off Stress. Be creatures for a while.

"the dancing is ecstatic,
a nice macaroni of braless breasts jiggling
and cupcake bottoms wiggling,
and multiple arms writing and leaping about."

cafe gratitude

an herbivores dream.

maine, and i forget.

east coast. rest and relaxation.
chilled beers in hand, floating in inner tubes and no responsibilites.
barefoot, and picking blueberries. sleeping in grandparents' creeky wooden cabin,
the smell of worn years, endless summers, and damp heavy air sweeping in through the creeking windows.
mama loon and baby loon swim side by side.
thunderstorms... soulfull and strong. they are to be heard. they are to be known. i feel small under them.
the sky speaks different every night, i give into their glow. i try and respond, but i dont seem to speak their language. not yet, at least. worn treasures surround me, from far beyond my years. yellowed photographs, and heavy chests filled with wool blankets that hibernate during the snow covered winters. it is here, where i belong. the isolation is quite heavenly.

...and i gather round the things that bring me peace.

escaping

Off to the East Coast for some Rest&Relaxation.
Thank Goodness, its time.

pucker

Mint Ice Tea with Lemon on a warm summer night.

settling in

goodmorning, ocean breeze.
I have never in my life gotten such good sleep as I have here in this first week.
Floating on air.