blonde raisin
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Something just flew over my head
As clear and lively water, the message flows; reflecting a townscape of candy-coloured bric-a-brac
February 6, 2026 at 2:19 PM
As clear and lively water, the message flows; reflecting a townscape of candy-coloured bric-a-brac
I want to thank the dark world; its sweet modulations and clean, unbroken fang
February 6, 2026 at 11:00 AM
I want to thank the dark world; its sweet modulations and clean, unbroken fang
The hours look less imposing when you see the green valleys that run between them
February 6, 2026 at 7:40 AM
The hours look less imposing when you see the green valleys that run between them
Let us hope she rides a tiger through the mountain orchards, and that her song is dark blue with gold triangles
February 5, 2026 at 6:58 PM
Let us hope she rides a tiger through the mountain orchards, and that her song is dark blue with gold triangles
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December 4, 2025 at 3:55 AM
The sweeter measures and kinder shades
love the shadows left in the thoughtless rain
love the shadows left in the thoughtless rain
February 5, 2026 at 4:07 PM
The sweeter measures and kinder shades
love the shadows left in the thoughtless rain
love the shadows left in the thoughtless rain
Of salt-song and leaf-throated statues
February 5, 2026 at 12:46 PM
Of salt-song and leaf-throated statues
Breaking waves of recognition; the pink shaded sea foam of a timeless evening. Where do I go now? I can only be in the world, and I can only align my heart with that of the world's
February 5, 2026 at 9:00 AM
Breaking waves of recognition; the pink shaded sea foam of a timeless evening. Where do I go now? I can only be in the world, and I can only align my heart with that of the world's
My inner child is a lot more mature than I am
February 4, 2026 at 8:13 PM
My inner child is a lot more mature than I am
The garden winds through a desert of moon-spun dangers
February 4, 2026 at 7:45 PM
The garden winds through a desert of moon-spun dangers
Word of all suns; echoing through the gleaming depths of experience
February 4, 2026 at 4:03 PM
Word of all suns; echoing through the gleaming depths of experience
With exhaustion, my mind's become convoluted; a panther skulking around the white and pink lillies of these pages
February 4, 2026 at 1:17 PM
With exhaustion, my mind's become convoluted; a panther skulking around the white and pink lillies of these pages
There is a part of my dreamed life; it rests where a silent, gloaming light angles through a long colonnade
February 4, 2026 at 9:40 AM
There is a part of my dreamed life; it rests where a silent, gloaming light angles through a long colonnade
Man is crowned with his own golden-mindedness as I fall into a quiet dream
February 4, 2026 at 9:33 AM
Man is crowned with his own golden-mindedness as I fall into a quiet dream
The sphere of hatred cannot turn; for its axis is crooked
February 4, 2026 at 7:29 AM
The sphere of hatred cannot turn; for its axis is crooked
The world is like some misty-winged thing: I have to see through it to see it
February 3, 2026 at 4:50 PM
The world is like some misty-winged thing: I have to see through it to see it
I scramble in seeking the day's rose; but the blind star of my heart is already there in some patient, primordial night-time; and the rose bush is arched there too
February 3, 2026 at 11:34 AM
I scramble in seeking the day's rose; but the blind star of my heart is already there in some patient, primordial night-time; and the rose bush is arched there too
Jostling for a place in the delta of time: ripe strawberries, a brocaded beetle, the white portico where spills the sun
February 3, 2026 at 7:14 AM
Jostling for a place in the delta of time: ripe strawberries, a brocaded beetle, the white portico where spills the sun
But true thought can move a soul; set its foundation in the crystal sands
February 2, 2026 at 7:12 PM
But true thought can move a soul; set its foundation in the crystal sands
He plays an equator of living colours, and he knows the gift of shadows
February 2, 2026 at 2:52 PM
He plays an equator of living colours, and he knows the gift of shadows
Heaven knows exactly where we are, and it goes easy on us like sun through lace curtains
February 2, 2026 at 11:39 AM
Heaven knows exactly where we are, and it goes easy on us like sun through lace curtains
Not some far-flung, impossible cosmos but sits up close like a bowl of fruit
February 2, 2026 at 10:31 AM
Not some far-flung, impossible cosmos but sits up close like a bowl of fruit
I wish turnips could write books
February 1, 2026 at 9:53 PM
I wish turnips could write books
You can watch the watery stars flash by on the river; you can be born again out of your own heart
February 1, 2026 at 7:54 PM
You can watch the watery stars flash by on the river; you can be born again out of your own heart