at year’s end we try
to let what’s done and doing
settle in our minds
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our memories edit
us in a flowing sequence
like a narrative
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mishmashing hot nights
that wake lush fantasies of
love made (up) just right
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as kaleidoscopic
impressions make up all our lives,
bye bye bygones stream
*
a vision of us
on waking up in beds we
don’t quite remember
*
to be joyful we should
see life as though providence
really worked for us:
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(without edits like
random words our streamed stories
make no kind of sense)
*
our dreams of bliss are
real when woke in each other’s
arms in homely beds
*
each day we give fresh
meaning to lives streaming by
loving each other
*
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freddie omm
new year’s eve 2019
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The kaleidoscope collage is made up of kaleidoscope photos which I shot of various subjects over the past few days, including Coco the Dog, trees and skies, our Christmas tree, etc.
Love the Kaleidoscopes although at those educed sizes t is totally hard to see which subjects they are.
But I think that’s totally part of your intention here. And yes the match of the visuals to the words is absolutely perfect of course. 💥⚡️✨😍🥰 love is the story and narrative!
Thank you, Verity.
This is a state of bliss (although it can also turn rather bloody, if one is honest about the variety of demeanour when it comes to random sexual partners) of which I have some experience:
‘a vision of us
on waking up in beds we
don’t quite remember”
Many have been the visions I have seen in that knickerless state, and many more may there be!
I wish you all Happy New Years, my past, present and future lovers!
I hope and sincerely I also do wish and pray that we can all tumble promiscuously and orgasmically into our futures and that:
“each day we give fresh
meaning to lives streaming by
loving each other‘