The entangled thread of melody
Providing happiness with a unique loyalty
No one can match its hypnotizing skills
Wanna buy? Dude it’s free of bills.
Getting lost between those strings
Has its own shiny adventure,
The way Shawn Mendes sings
An out of the world creature.
The fabulous guitar chord
Is just the gift of god,
Can anybody match the beauty of harmony?
No girl! It’s out of your patrimony!
~ Vamika Mendiratta ♡
Living in a world so brisk
Forgetting the meaning of life,
Just a thought to whisk
Some love and joy with knife.
Come lets share our thoughts
Unite our aesthetic souls,
Tying some hearty knots
In contrast to insta scrolls.
This is the introduction of my new computer, Baron the flying Ace. Between a working computer and the end of some stuff, I am hoping to return to blogging.
Quick news, NDIA season, that time of the year where we disabled people are ritually humiliated in return for only a small cut in therapy funding is half over, Tabby child number 3 is in education limbo; asked not to return to school but no path forward, Gavin is in diagnosis limbo with the diagnosing psychiatrist uncontactable and the referring psychiatrist on leave. Life continues dark.
Alex was published in an Anthology!!!!
Headache building, must leave now! Luv you guys!
That’s it.
The feminists have gone too far, again. Honestly if our ancestresses could have seen the women of today they would go back home and discipline their daughters to be more what men wanted.
Stop taking over the world with your one image woman warrior rubbish. I am not sassy, I don’t have grit or attitude. I married a non abusive male, because there are some. I have not forced my daughters into gender stereotyped roles. But I have also not forced them into a super woman ‘I can have what I want because I want it’ role either. I want my daughters to be nice people. The reason I don’t mention my sons is not because I have forgotten the lesser gender safe in the knowledge that as males they were bound to get along anyway. I don’t mention them because I was not blessed with sons, and…
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In smoldering ash
Nothing left but a flicker
Of a life that was
Before the earth’s atmosphere
Became the human experiment
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #113: Smoke, The Weekly Photo Challenge: Experimental and The Daily Post: Atmospheric
In smoldering ash
Nothing left but a flicker
Of a life that was
Before the earth’s atmosphere
Became the human experiment
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #113: Smoke, The Weekly Photo Challenge: Experimental and The Daily Post: Atmospheric
Momentary Lapse Of Sanity 