Projector For Use In Sunlight

ardathlili @ 2003-11-30T21: 55:00

with Montepulciano .. hic!
This afternoon I finished preparing the last jars of rose oil
.. I'm sure will be fragrant.

My Broom

"My broom with bunch of roses that invites the dark, with a crown of thorns
urging the sky, that the crescents carved silver peep
to Diana. Flying over the roofs of the destruction,
flight while he believes me safe in the nuptial bed.
for him is that other mangy mop my brow,
that handle my hips, tangled brambles that stump
my sex. Ah, I'll fly over the skies of
orange and apricot, red-streaked clouds of pomegranate.
will burn the clouds with my broom and capture wonderful
seeds Persephone with my flaming tongue.
Ah, if I'll burn for this ... but how good will my ashes will be as beautiful and
my broom-tailed comet.''

E. Jong

Old Loggy Buoy Climbing Tree Stand

ardathlili @ 2003-11-30T01: 05:00

Ascending Levanah

reread words .. I see love and a promise.

I'm afraid this time I want it
swelling of dew on the meadows where did you fly
necklaces with gemstones Dawn
knew the flowers in the woods
monotonous singing of crickets
our ideal was clear and simple
I wanted to do Honey bees as
or feed children.
Now I'm here, sometimes fragile and out of place
I protect myself?

Sstomach Virus 6 Weeks

ardathlili @ 2003-11-29T17: 14:00


It is now evening I am here to listen to music,
to let the thoughts fly where they find some comfort. Other times, other
dreams .. But here I just know that I have to kill the love. I have to do. E 'was clear.
Aahaha pathetic! What a great dancing .. I love will survive. In the meantime I
forbidden to my fingers to dial that number.
I hate to put the brakes on feelings.
Today I had to go to london to make arrangements for the event medieval
got a little fever, cmq told me that I will have my place of witch ghghgh
Tonight I dedicate to my candles, the wind has inspired precise prayers.
I would love peace, after the mind has exactly the same power of hands,
not only to grasp the world, but also to change it.
little while ago the sky was clear, but now the light rain washes the garden with deep
cadences on the leaves and there is an aroma clear of wet earth.
cuddly.
If only we could fall asleep in a bed of leaves tonight.

Naughty Birthday Cake Ideas

ardathlili @ 2003-11-29T02: 00:00


- And I knew where it was and thought thee.
And I want you miss
and I saw her in my face -

Jon Cryer Per Episode

ardathlili @ 2003 - 11-29T01: 05:00

Ascending Levanah - The diamond marks the end of a star in the sky -


".. in the meantime something came down on me.
He was sleeping? Sorcery? A spell?
An epilepsy? A daydream?
A pall? hallucination?
vision? The sweet touch of the wings of an angel?
Nothingness? .. "
(Nick Cave)


As a child I was not like others, did not see how the others saw, nor
my passions arose from a common source, and my penis
did not have the same source.
My heart can not awakened to the joy in harmony with others.
everything that I loved, I loved alone.
Then, in childhood, at the dawn of a tempestuous life, I drew the mystery
I still imprisons any abyss of good and evil, and the stream and
from the source, the red rock of the mountain, the sun
enveloped me in his colorful autumn gold by lightning in the sky that suddenly
touched me, broke out next to me by the thunder, from the fury of the rain,
and the cloud that took the form a demon in my eyes,
while the rest of the sky was clear.


you ever entered into the treasures of snow? Have you ever seen the treasures of the hail?

Wearing A Panty Girdle

ardathlili @ 2003-11-27T21: 43:00

Ascending Levanah

How many times I have written many sheets .. .. How many words on a line to give
order to my thoughts ...
My words now entangled in the labyrinth of the mind, words that do not align
more to tell my thoughts ...
not flowing pen to paper, make concentric circles ...
increasingly distant from the core of my mind ... goes round and round ....
a long, slow circle .... always the same words ... no ..
different words for the same thoughts ... to try to understand my inability to write ...
my inability to put thoughts in a row ...
my inability to stop loving.
I think that I will continue to do so is stronger than me.


thank my doll _starlett_ for introducing me here, and for having
always close with his bright smile, farfallinanera and j4mm3r
for their patient help. Let me begin
the pages of this diary with the words of a great poet
: Janet Frame


"From now on, I know more wild.
eaten for many years,
cut, trimmed, branches
forced to the right and left,
I dashed, white flowers blooming minutes:
over the fences fixed face people.
I watch the bees, he picked up the wind.
Strong and bitter is the taste, my
lush foliage.
frowns if people see that I put
still a root. "

I find beautiful, wears a glove tonight.