New post, new sign, she’s stressed, too much to do- happens all the time.
Now it’s photo play, but no way, can she delay, the other 58 blogs she’s intending
And sending out wedding invitations, didn’t Miss Albright mention in her dissertations,the millionaire’s clubs in 46 nations, light headed, a breathless, sensation
It’s all over, tomorrow is the last day, what can Red say, but Miss Albright You’ve got to relay, the fact that these bad boys must go away,and stay,
How long can you live with me, think how much fun to live in a teepee, or by the sea, your little brothers must hang free.
So hanger uppers take a peak, last day prices are very cheap, so many paintings I can’t sleep
thinking they will follow me to my grave.
Once a year,splurge,it’s not too much to pay. It becomes like an old friend, have a great day. Buy one from an artist you adore, or abhor and that you can’t wait to give away.
I’m a singer. Hey I never wanted to be an artist. I’m a singer.
If anyone wants to come , free discussion for artists or bowlers.
The curator states”
Rather Mournful, but pure, so lovely. The post isn’t finished but by tomorrow.”
The artist.– Yesterday I got so creative and started putting my pictures together . I almost have as many as treehouse.
If you bring too many I ‘ll make you go to Goodwill.
Introducing this artist B.Greene Mann alias Wiser behind the Ears projects from the Outer Edge of the World to bring information and understanding to benefit human peoples. It will format the Worlds Lost Living Libraries and by a Miracle Of Grace and Under the Law of Victory to ensure Genetic Coding is in place and operatic.
Watching the events, lovingly.Culture Inside hosts a Reception at the Edge of the World , Opening in Luxemburg and Toronto.
the artists so much that their daughter is marrying her love in the gardens.
I started smoking at summer camp when I was 12. It was so cool. I looked older and mature. It was hard to stop. You never said they were harmful, just cool.
My Dad used to smoke 1/2 of the cigarette so he wouldn’t get cancer. I smoked the other 1/2 and I got cancer.
Oh dear, I was happily smoking when I heard Mom’s car pull into the driveway. Mom’s home and I needed to toss that butt,fast. I threw it in Dad’s ashtray, which held his half smoked butt collection. Smoldering away, and several hours later, the second floor was filled with smoke.
A call to the fire department led to the question, how did this happen? A infamous shrug and a silent reply.
he first surgery, my Dr. didn’t find it, My feet swell up and it’s painful to walk, after cancer surgery. LUNG surgery and I had quit for 8 years,from smoking Phil. I hate you as much as I hate cigarettes. Four times I posted this and four times I quit and 4 times I went back. Every morning first thing I lit that butt, inhaled deep, yum, and threw it lit into the cabinet, at the back.
Driving to work I watched everyone’s mouth . You! Pull over. Ripping it out of that woman’s mouth, deep into fantasy. I sat on the bus and watched all the smokers smoking.
Help the whole world smoked except for me.
Six patches, three on each arm, I hate you Philip Morris. OOO I’ll beat you. You’re tough but I’ll beat ya’.
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