Monday, October 17, 2005


Have you ever dreamt of being a kite untethered, flying in a squiggly wind-path, light as a paper and fine-boned? Soar beyond the land of faeries, only to end up scratched and torn and dying on a tree branch.
That should be a nice journey.

8 comments:

Black Jedi said...

Wow, you mean you know how to spell as well, RainBeau?

rainbeau_peep said...

BJ - You rhyme in time, I spell as well - it's a beautiful world.

Black Jedi said...

Dont tell me you're one of those non-cynical "joy to the world" types, RB? Cant have so much sweetness and light so early in the morning!

rainbeau_peep said...

Oh, I'm a Wodehousean awrite, BJ. The only light-sabre I have is screwed to my wall and saves my eyes and not the world. I'm cherry pink and apple blossom white .. and ur always on my blog. :-]

Black Jedi said...

Very nice, Aunt Fred...someone is erudite.....

If you want me OFF your blog, get on my Yahoo Messenger.

Black Jedi said...

The Shadow, it is said, knows.

BJ

PS- Get OFF it or get OVER it?

rainbeau_peep said...

BJ - I don't want you OFF my blog at all. You're welcome to be ON my ym as well. I'm psychedelic_chains there.
I Did mean OVER and not OFF, and while we're AT it, why don't u go THROUGH the chapter ON prepositions IN Wren and Martin? a good brush-up.
The Shadow doesn't know Death, does it? So yes, maybe it Knows.

Black Jedi said...

Dont stop, RB. I like it when you start prepositioning me.