LMAO!!!!!!!!Dear dear Fluffy
Why do you like Jims butt so puffy?
Do you want it to be like Jelly?
Kind of wiggly and a little smellY?







OMG........that's hilarious.........lol
fluffy

Post by Laura Laing »
Once again, Mr. Jimenem, just at the right moment...you make an important impression on me.....ThanksJimenem wrote:Walking on a narrow path
Not daring to stray from it
Nothingness on either side
But treasure at you destination
A treasure you've only heard of
One you've never seen
Faith alone will keep you moving
Trusting in the invisible
It's a fable you walk for daily
Yet you know it's a reality
Walking on a narrow path
Not being distracted
Or tempted from it
Needing to see what's at the end
Only to confirm what you already know
Reaching your goal is the only option
So you can live with no regret.
It makes me SO happy to hear that my artistic expression has an impact on other people.Laura Laing wrote:Once again, Mr. Jimenem, just at the right moment...you make an important impression on me.....ThanksJimenem wrote:Walking on a narrow path
Not daring to stray from it
Nothingness on either side
But treasure at your destination
A treasure you've only heard of
One you've never seen
Faith alone will keep you moving
Trusting in the invisible
It's a fable you walk for daily
Yet you know it's a reality
Walking on a narrow path
Not being distracted
Or tempted from it
Needing to see what's at the end
Only to confirm what you already know
Reaching your goal is the only option
So you can live with no regret.
I LOVE the wordplay here, it's fantabulous! Care to explain what it means? Or is it one where each person that reads it will walk away with their own personal meaning. either way I like it alot!quirky wrote:Shards of nuance,
Waves of reflection,
Deep REM sleep,
Is near to perfection.
I can't close it down,
It's open year round,
Red is a feeling,
And blue is a sound.
If the waters would still,
I'd surely find rest,
No longer just spinning,
On an opaque quest.
Through a glass darkly,
I can't find the words,
God watches over,
Earth's wandering herds.
A panoply of congregants,
A march to the end,
The verdant pledged gardens,
Where whole souls can mend.
A whisper is always,
More power than a yell,
When we have plenty to offer,
And nothing to sell.