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Monthly Archives: September 2015
It ain’t easy being a man whose passions are multiple
or: it was a big mistake to take up drawing or: sometimes progress just creates new complications So this last summer I dabbled with learning to draw. The degree of enjoyment is immensely high though I’ve still a mountain of … Continue reading
The Impatience of the Rubber Plant
The journey Butterfly flew shall be procrastinated for a few mugs of moons as it is far more expedient and prudent to fast-forward the action to the paradise beautification and upkeep main office foyer, where Butterfly barely managed to squeeze … Continue reading
berries mystical and magical and picky
Butterfly tried to float away but the berries sent from their bush a bunch of mystical, magical, vibrations – pretty white berry vibrations, shimmering with those famous rustles like breezes do universally to bushes; wings faltered and the leader berry … Continue reading
or look at it from this angle
meaning to say, our dear foyer butterfly really had no professional messenger or missionary experience; sought the understanding of the berries that lured it into recruitment, performing for them what they called a favor, for that’s where all this began; … Continue reading
trying a retreat
an even easier tactic than event examination may be in a peek into the butterfly history. While it is true that upon entry into the paradise beautification foyer, the nearby rubber plant caught the butterfly’s attention, pulling the butterfly closer … Continue reading
another feeble attempt at illustration
It may be easier to allow an event to ventilate for the sake of the illustrative. Say on the day a butterfly appeared in the foyer, this foyer the foyer acting as the main room of welcome to the paradise … Continue reading
a few details about the poisonous paradise berries
this was not part of the paradise pathway network spread with squishy moisture. Its ground, the ground the poisonous berries grew from, had sufficient solidity yet clearly plenty in fertility powers for the poisonous berries to coexist with they of … Continue reading
a bit of background on the paradise park
berries that are poisonous are so signified with what the paradise designing department hoped to act as an unobtrusive slab on which truths are printed so the solvers of problems common to any paradise meant prayerfully to smooth what wrinkles … Continue reading
how to confound a maxim
the paths to a tucked away paradise’s picnic tables and bathers’ blankets tend to exist in an understandable state of moisture – pilgrim prints do more than hint that trips taken all the way to the shrine come around only … Continue reading
quick thought
I wonder if one significant reason artistic success and conventional success are often at odds, is because in most transactions and exchanges of all kinds, the preference is approval. A restaurateur will hope palates are pleasured. Most any kind of … Continue reading
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