.......After the Quake..... (after the quake)

After the earthquake that hit Japan on Friday, they were hit by tsunamis, nuclear reactor failure, deaths, destruction..... I hope Mr Murakami survives.

Tumblr

Tumblr. I don't trust it's name hence the logical reason behind exporting all of this blog's posts to it.

Tumblr. Tumbled. Trampled.

LOL. new blog/tumblr here . If I get scared of the technologies, I'll turn back to good old blooger.com. Or maybe to a dear diary with real pages.

Do I?

y'know darlin'

Y'know darlin'.....
                                  I wanted it to be good....
                                                                             I want it all to be good...


But darlin'....
                                 If you want it to be good...
                                                                                 It's not me that did you wrong....

It's ya own damn fault.

Worm Way

After the rain,
The worms come out to play,
After they play,
They like to stay away,
From the busy roads,
Because they get eaten,
By big fat toads,
When the sun shines,
They will go back to their hole,
When I poke them,
They'll wave and say hello,
Oh slippery worms,
Please can you take me away,
Away to your cozy home,
Your pink bodies so very pretty,
Oh worms can you hear me,
I'm carrying a grown up child,
And matches in sticks of fives,
I know you're meek and mild,
So might we trade our pitiful lives?

Yukio Mishima

Dead

"Hers was a narrow minded, indomitable and rather wildly poetic spirit"

- Confessions of a Mask 1948-

this is for you

I wish you would appreciate the effort I put in (to learn a new song),

I wish you could share my joy (when I learn a new song),

But at least you're supportive (even at the beginning when I can't even remember which string is which),

so thank you dear you're the best (pair of deaf ears)!!!!

We were like two tubs of sourish milk, but now we're high quality matured cheddar,

I know you hate cheese,

Thank God I found you before somebody else does!

3 years ago!

xx

Dear Mr M

Nothing much, just an angry girl's reply to a nutcase.

Dear Mr. M

Dear Mr. M,

You can go away now,

Why M when you are an N?

You have the anger know how,

And I have my loyal men.

Dear Mr. M,

Why N you asked?

You're a capital N Nutcase,

You're just a waste,

Of time and I,

I never go astray,

But you can go away.

So Mr. M,

Pack your suitcase,

Pack all your darling grace,

For you Mr. M I will always say,

Mr. M go away!