The afternoon of the day You left me, I took you for a walk. Your eyes bright, steps eager I threw a ball, and for a moment You were there, made real by my heart. I threw away my copy of old yeller In films I ask ‘does the dog die in this?’ But I know the ending of this story And I can’t rip up this book When the vet scanned your heart last year Mine cracked a little. A murmur An echo of future pain I started trying to read more slowly Make the book last longer. The last time we walked, I am glad it was in the woods you loved Even with the memory of you…
Daily Doodles are almost certainly created under the following restrictions:
1. Lunchtime (i.e. <1hr) 2. Based upon a provided topic (you may suggest one) 2. Based upon a topic that appeared in my head 3. MUST DO ONE EVERY DAY 4. Rules are for wimps GO
This was supposed to be puzzled, but came out more alarmed.. There is still puzzlement there. It will do.
Should probably get a tumblr for shit like this
Tally thinks fey should pay less attention to sticks, and more attention to her. Yes.
http://ff.bluebones.net/ – it’s like arguing about football. Only with more tickboxes.
What _would_ Patrick McGoohan do??
get your affairs in order