Now that we've gotten that smexy little piece out of our way, we can connect with the real issues in life, like, of what are we composed? Did man really land on the moon? And, who is going to make me a cuppa?
The answer to all these things is, for any good narcissist, ME.
Oh. Alan Rickman plays the cello. One of many more things for me to love about the man who is the 'greasy git.' What I wouldn't do for him to snarl at me.
I would also like very much to post some of my poetry, but I've not written any lately. So here you are. I'm going to once again foist upon you someone else's poetry!
I don't know how familiar you are with Rumi, but he was a Persian mystic who wrote a ton of trippy poetry, much of it based on concepts of unity and love.
This is one of his more user-friendly pieces, called 'The Unseen Power.' Sigh. I love nature pieces.
We are the flute, our music is all Thine;
We are the mountains echoing only Thee;
And movest to defeat or victory;
Lions emblazoned high on flags unfurled-
The wind invisible sweeps us through the world.
1 comment:
ooh, hehehe, swedish cuisine, who woulda thought it would be so hilariously funny!!
its inspired me to go cook swedish meatballs now too, just like his mother used to make.
for it we definitely won't need that fishy fishy
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