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The blue drops: January 2010
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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods; There is a rapture on the lonely shore; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but Nature more. - Lord Byron. Sunday, January 31, 2010. Can I taste the Passion fruit flavor? My eyes did not leave hers even for a second. They were enthralling. I didn't know what she did to them but they were beautiful, almost leaving me short of air to breathe. He couldn't have got to her of all people. I caught my ...
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The blue drops: June 2009
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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods; There is a rapture on the lonely shore; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but Nature more. - Lord Byron. Sunday, June 28, 2009. Drifting. Two years. very little has changed. Afloat still. Drawn to where the winds please. In search of an unknown shore, ever unyielding. What will become of us? A nudge breaks me from my thoughts. 'You look lost.' He said, raising his eyebrow. What I am reading.
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The blue drops: September 2008
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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods; There is a rapture on the lonely shore; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but Nature more. - Lord Byron. Tuesday, September 02, 2008. My spindly obsession and on why I like cats. My Cat will eat all the spiders. And now that the brief unrealistic moment of actual truth has passed over us with little to no consequence we shall reconvene to my morbid world where the sole purpose of their existen...
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The blue drops: The Generous One
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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods; There is a rapture on the lonely shore; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but Nature more. - Lord Byron. Thursday, July 02, 2009. Hullloo, About time, eh? He said, stretching the words out, with obvious sarcasm. Happy Birthday, Da.' I said, not sure if I should sound apologetic or if I should laugh my way through. Soo, whose courtesy is this call? Why did he have to ask? Not meaning it, again.
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The blue drops: Some more
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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods; There is a rapture on the lonely shore; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but Nature more. - Lord Byron. Thursday, June 26, 2008. A wind chime echoes. First ray of dawn. Well i have to say the kind of things u write r wat i want to write but i nevr end up doing them.s weird.i donno f ur male or fermale.s not important.but ur posts do rock.take care.baye. August 03, 2008 11:04 PM. The fiery red,.
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The blue drops: Dream in Red
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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods; There is a rapture on the lonely shore; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but Nature more. - Lord Byron. Sunday, January 31, 2010. Can I taste the Passion fruit flavor? My eyes did not leave hers even for a second. They were enthralling. I didn't know what she did to them but they were beautiful, almost leaving me short of air to breathe. He couldn't have got to her of all people. I caught my ...
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The blue drops: My spindly obsession and on why I like cats
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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods; There is a rapture on the lonely shore; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but Nature more. - Lord Byron. Tuesday, September 02, 2008. My spindly obsession and on why I like cats. My Cat will eat all the spiders. And now that the brief unrealistic moment of actual truth has passed over us with little to no consequence we shall reconvene to my morbid world where the sole purpose of their existen...
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The blue drops: December 2007
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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods; There is a rapture on the lonely shore; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but Nature more. - Lord Byron. Thursday, December 13, 2007. The Legacy of Rain. Travel - Living Life. Travelling is like flirting with life'. How better can this urge to explore the unknown, to seek and learn be explained? What is it that makes some people want to travel so much? Is it a need to find new ideas? I jus rea...
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The blue drops: March 2010
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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods; There is a rapture on the lonely shore; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but Nature more. - Lord Byron. Wednesday, March 31, 2010. Everything is now focussed on my other blog : http:/ mylittleeskapade.blogspot.com. Http:/ mylittleeskapade.blogspot.com. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Everything is now focussed on my other blog : htt. What I am reading. A Sign Of Something.
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The blue drops: June 2008
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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods; There is a rapture on the lonely shore; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but Nature more. - Lord Byron. Thursday, June 26, 2008. A wind chime echoes. First ray of dawn. Monday, June 23, 2008. I wouldn't dare call them Haiku. they wouldn't fit the rules. Of Life flying past. Neither here nor there. The path lay ahead. Upon splashes of light. The path it cut. Pale, alone and unloved. Report to ...
