A new rave post for myself!

writing is hard. repeat. writing is hard.

I wish I could write a book so lovely and perfect and it comes out as ground beef! I need to try harder... and try in the first place! :) Now to make you all happy:

Nose! Nostril! Nose! Koala!

ONE MORE TIME!

For everyone or anyone who cares, I will give you guys "birthday month" labels: stone, flower, whatever:

No months here, but whichever is your favorite, it can become your month's animal as far as I'm concerned!

And now, if you need sprinkles and balloons for your birthday, take a peek so you know what they are called and act like an expert though you may not be at all:

These are Laduree macarons if you want to be fancy... which I do because macarons are sosososo lovely and yummy and lovely again!




Now comment me and tell me what you got for your month and/or what your favorite thingy is!

Here it is now: the lovely word "woebegone"! It is made up of 3 whole words! Wowee... woe. be. gone. However, strangely more, this word means "depressed, or troubled" but it says woe be GONE. How weird is that? sigh Language is but a fly in my ear: if you think about it too much, you will go mad.

Now, off of that, here is a lovely picture.

All this food is fake. :0 :) :D That's right! It is in Japan and quite lovely to see! It reminds me of these:                                                                                                             

Don't you think of those now that you know they exist? Or maybe you knew and I just reminded you. And a special congratulation to those who also thought of the shoe!

 Toon in next time!

Today, my friends, is a rave post day. Be aware of the awesomeness of....

REGINA SPEKTOR!

She is a lovely singer and her songs are the greatest. She is so quirky and is SuCH a nice break after these... strange... pop songs. Got alternative?

Well? What did I tell you all! Sit back and count the the wrinkles in your palm to 'til you tell me the truth. This is real genius. You, don't have to be of the same opinion as me, but any bad mouthing is not aloud on this blog. Period. Of any sort. Thank you!

This is a specialty post from Dorota and myself!

To twist one's thoughts into funny patterns requires about 2 seconds of serious training. We will give you an overview on how this is done!!!

1. Imagine yourself on the back of a camel.

2. As you feel the sand in the sigh of mother earth filled with stories since she took her first breath, relax as best as one can on the lumpy blumps of camel back.

3. You will fall in between the lumps and some how teleport to a teleporter to a telephone booth in London. Since this is red, you will think of earlobes, because you were thinking of red cherries, which reminded you of fruit that you smushed on accident which reminded you that you lost a pair of earrings which remind you that they were shaped like little silver hearts which are usually red.

4. Next you will find yourself people-watching in the streets when you exit. (You notice a pair of red heart earrings and feel that they must be very popular. Therefore, you decided to paint your hearts (if you could find them) blue, just to go against the flow.) Of course thinking of this will teleport you to a dear little canal and diving into it to the very bottom, where you shall converse with the mermaids and mermen, you will find yourself hopelessly confused on exactly what continent you are on. However no one knows which continent you're on because water doesn't belong to any given country even though fat old bald men draw lines with glittery pink gel pens on maps.

5. There. Feel anything weird in your noodle? Good. We do our best! If ever you feel too sane, please refer back to this post. Enjoy!

Thank you all so much for your generous comments! I don't believe I have ever gotten so many! I guess that is because I have never told so many people about one of my blogs before :P.

By the way, I have found where you can follow the blog: it is at the bottom! Please do if you would like to.

Thoroughly to explain would be impossible, but people attempt to try anyway. They fight like trees for the sunlight and they don't seem to realize that the only way our lives are complete are without facts, but with imagination. It colors our minds as water color does, or any medium you wish, and fogs up senses to do our will but we forget and cast it into the world carelessly. We watch it float out of the holes on whales' backs but only see water. It coats are words like honey, but to us, they have no taste. The just are. They always are. Stars fall from trees, and we watch the leaves go down in Autumn, never knowing. We don't know that when we turn the corner one of those lovely falling stars could hit us in the head and we would see the world in the light of What Has Been Forgotten. Yet the possibility escapes us, but the possibilities are endless, so how could they? Remember that snow is powdered sugar and the fish have stripes made of rainbows and syrup is the love of the earth that we munch on our pancakes. Open your mind to the wonders, for surely they are out there  for us not to understand. Only for us not to understand.