The Many Profiles Of The Splendid Oats Coloured Gilfoyle, The Local Stray.

The many profiles of the splendid oats coloured Gilfoyle, the local stray.

... and here's the blep lol

Of all my aquaintances, there are two particular ones I love-hate. One is unwittingly holier than thou, the other is a gullible child. Through them a lot of the world, and thus a lot of me was exposed to myself. Hence the love, and the hate.

All of a sudden this cued in at an episode end in Decameron.. and a jolt of vastness and emotions swirled inside me...

What sorcery is this??!?

To conform or not, there's your answer

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Lurking in the nowhere of solitude

Just explode with it all... 🖤

Loving the earth, seeing what has been done to it, I grow sharp, I grow cold. Where will the trilliums go, and the coltsfoot? Where will the pond lilies go to continue living their simple, penniless lives, lifting their faces of gold? Impossible to believe we need so much as the world wants us to buy. I have more clothes, lamps, dishes, paper clips than I could possibly use before I die. Oh, I would like to live in an empty house, with vines for walls, and a carpet of grass. No planks, no plastic, no fiberglass. And I suppose sometime I will. Old and cold I will lie apart from all this buying and selling, with only the beautiful earth in my heart.

Mary Oliver