The world is a very strange old place. When we are young we think we will always remain the same. Yet slowly like water on a rock we change. The person we become is no longer recognizable by the person we were yet at our core we are still there. Recently I found out about… Continue reading Paper Roses
Author: Gale A. Molinari
Sharing my views on just about everything that enters my mind. Fasten your seatbelts it is going to be a bumpy ride. I am just a lady of a certain age somewhere between the dinosaurs and stalactites. Musing over lessons learned and sharing those with others. I really am interested in your views on what I write so fire away and thank you for taking the time to check out my blog.
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this is my poetry blog perhaps you would enjoy that too!!
Flashback: Illegal immigrant shows off doctored Social Security card he’s used to pay thousands in taxes
My favorite place
I love fairy tales!
Indeed
Tattered remnants of decency…. — gigoid
Ffolkes, “Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them?” ~~ Abraham Lincoln ~~ Coit Tower, San Francisco Hajime…. Today’s Pearl is epic. Not because of its size, or the scope of its contents, but, rather, because of the effort I had to expend to get it finished. Without going into superfluous, […]… Continue reading Tattered remnants of decency…. — gigoid
PAINT MOVEMENTS: Tachism — paintdigi
PAINT MOVEMENTS (2) In this series of articles, I will give you, dear friends and readers, a simplified idea of the main styles and movements of painting. Tachism It may designate all artistic techniques that use spots. In fact, these techniques fall into two categories, corresponding to the two main meanings of the word spot: […]… Continue reading PAINT MOVEMENTS: Tachism — paintdigi
Never Make Assumptions — Orlando Espinosa
Very wise advice.
Yes I am still here but the play is ended.
The masks are off, the play is done. Players drifted off and right has won. I have no time nor inclination For false refutes and indignation. So what is left is left behind The play itself begins to unwind. The audience drifted away Empty theater and empty minds hold sway.
I used to Care
Source: I used to Care
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