oldviolin wrote:
so we should burn all our notes, and throw them into the fire together with our physicals after breathing our last... i get 

some things lost in translation

...let trouble pass...

 thisbody wrote:

It was a moment stirring up dust in the road...


We are the stars which sing
We sing with our light
We are the birds of fire
We fly over the sky
Our light is a voice
We make a road for the spirit to pass over

 thisbody wrote:
It's easy to get caught up in interpretation and miss the music. I find myself mostly listening these days. The random and durable quality of survival gear never fails to provide colors and grace. 

 oldviolin wrote:
Wie heißen die Dinger noch mal?
Ein Linux rolling release von SUse heißt auch so: Tumbleweed.

 thisbody wrote:

 oldviolin wrote:


Thanks, FLASH
(as in DC universe)
I wasn't even done posting when you already immaterialized in a way of
~ ex pulvere se fecit ~
(er machte sich aus dem Staube)

...throwing Rose petals in your tracks, oh Lord, at your heels.

 thisbody wrote: 

 oldviolin wrote:


Ecce homo @la-village-globalle, by all alerts! I mean red, green, and gold!!!

(The RP ROCK MIX is eternally well enjoyable and good from the start.)


Which brings me to throwing around ones personal interpretations of waves or mostly micro-waves, really as carrying any significance towards any other physical atom, beyond the ones comprising my (or your) physicality.

But some things just aren't transmissible in writing, apart from the sender's voltage & reach. But they can still hit you, and that's the good news!

*bear-hug*

“The timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness.
And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.”
Khalil Gibran, The Prophet

 Steely_D wrote:
My piano was boldly outspoken
In attempts to repeat this refrain

 oldviolin wrote:

My older brother named his dog Monkberry. My brother was so cool back then.

”Try some of this, mama”

 Isabeau wrote:

I agree!