Sleeping together

There are two hearts beating, two hearts breathing to the beat of that one drum, breathing naked together, we are joined at the heart and we breathe in unison, always, we pretend it is for always, but know it is not so.

Lesbo Manifesto

So should you happen to scorn or fail to comprehend or accept who I am, respect my soul, and what I have and haven't done, as I respect life and love itself.

My inner clod

I have to say, my inner clod did a grand job with the dusting. Pity about the feet of clay.

Light relief

The best we can hope for on a Monday is zombie-like efficiency.  This means that although the job will get done efficiently, there will be sacrifices. We normally have to contend with an absence of happiness and severe poetry deprivation.

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