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The-Lavished-Ivy-Gates

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I've been writing the same title for the last x articles on my blog,I can't be bothered to think up something else to put.But I'm gonna write something here instead:Everything I own is lavished.Well,I don't even know if you can use "lavished" for an object,but anyways,we can just pretend it's some sort of a literary device.Although I may loose things,I try to be grateful for everything I own, it's rather depressing sometimes,when i try make something out of nothing,thinking that I'm being creative,I often end up with something worse,but at least I try.My garden is covered with Ivy.From what I remember, when I was younger, I used to hate Ivy,I'd spend afternoons pulling it off from the trees, yelling at it to stop killing "everyone".Over the last few years ,I've grown a certain liking to it.I know it's like some sort of a poisonous pesticide and all,that it basicly gradually takes over the earth.But I find there's something Magic and Poetic to it.Gates,well,i suppose they make me think of security, safeness and privacy.Something essential in my life, as I am one of the most protective, paranoid and "pudique" people in the world.Anyways,I don't know what pleasure I get out of Photography,, I just know i get some sort.

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Cuddle up under my covers at night and listen to the pitter-patter of the rain diving down upon my window sill.The dialogue between the thunder and the light that resoundes across the room.Bitting into Grannie smiths in summertime,when the sun slaps me in the face with its brightness and strengh.The bitterness invading my mouth.Wake up to the chirping of the birds,open my ears to their sweet melliflous melody.Give a gift that took time and care and watch the happiness exploding your face as the wrapping slowly reveals its inside.The world of dreams, a place without conscience or matter.Do this, and become a Me

Cuddle up under my covers at night and listen to the pitter-patter of the rain diving down upon my window sill.The dialogue between the thunder and the light that resoundes across the room.Bitting into Grannie smiths in summertime,when the sun slaps me in the face with its brightness and strengh.The bitterness invading my mouth.Wake up to the chirping of the birds,open my ears to their sweet melliflous melody.Give a gift that took time and care and watch the happiness exploding your face as the wrapping slowly reveals its inside.The world of dreams, a place without conscience or matter.Do this, and become a Me

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# Enviado el domingo 25 de octubre de 2009 14:42

Modificado el lunes 02 de noviembre de 2009 12:45

Cuddle up under my covers at night and listen to the pitter-patter of the rain diving down upon my window sill.The dialogue between the thunder and the light that resoundes across the room.Bitting into Grannie smiths in summertime,when the sun slaps me in the face with its brightness and strengh.The bitterness invading my mouth.Wake up to the chirping of the birds,open my ears to their sweet melliflous melody.Give a gift that took time and care and watch the happiness exploding your face as the wrapping slowly reveals its inside.The world of dreams, a place without conscience or matter.Do this, and become a Me

Cuddle up under my covers at night and listen to the pitter-patter of the rain diving down upon my window sill.The dialogue between the thunder and the light that resoundes across the room.Bitting into Grannie smiths in summertime,when the sun slaps me in the face with its brightness and strengh.The bitterness invading my mouth.Wake up to the chirping of the birds,open my ears to their sweet melliflous melody.Give a gift that took time and care and watch the happiness exploding your face as the wrapping slowly reveals its inside.The world of dreams, a place without conscience or matter.Do this, and become a Me

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# Enviado el sábado 03 de octubre de 2009 11:00

Modificado el sábado 03 de octubre de 2009 11:35

Cuddle up under my covers at night and listen to the pitter-patter of the rain diving down upon my window sill.The dialogue between the thunder and the light that resoundes across the room.Bitting into Grannie smiths in summertime,when the sun slaps me in the face with its brightness and strengh.The bitterness invading my mouth.Wake up to the chirping of the birds,open my ears to their sweet melliflous melody.Give a gift that took time and care and watch the happiness exploding your face as the wrapping slowly reveals its inside.The world of dreams, a place without conscience or matter.Do this, and become a Me

Cuddle up under my covers at night and listen to the pitter-patter of the rain diving down upon my window sill.The dialogue between the thunder and the light that resoundes across the room.Bitting into Grannie smiths in summertime,when the sun slaps me in the face with its brightness and strengh.The bitterness invading my mouth.Wake up to the chirping of the birds,open my ears to their sweet melliflous melody.Give a gift that took time and care and watch the happiness exploding your face as the wrapping slowly reveals its inside.The world of dreams, a place without conscience or matter.Do this, and become a Me

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# Enviado el miércoles 27 de mayo de 2009 12:12

Modificado el miércoles 26 de agosto de 2009 05:50

Cuddle up under my covers at night and listen to the pitter-patter of the rain diving down upon my window sill.The dialogue between the thunder and the light that resoundes across the room.Bitting into Grannie smiths in summertime,when the sun slaps me in the face with its brightness and strengh.The bitterness invading my mouth.Wake up to the chirping of the birds,open my ears to their sweet melliflous melody.Give a gift that took time and care and watch the happiness exploding your face as the wrapping slowly reveals its inside.The world of dreams, a place without conscience or matter.Do this, and become a Me.

Cuddle up under my covers at night and listen to the pitter-patter of the rain diving down upon my window sill.The dialogue between the thunder and the light that resoundes across the room.Bitting into Grannie smiths in summertime,when the sun slaps me in the face with its brightness and strengh.The bitterness invading my mouth.Wake up to the chirping of the birds,open my ears to their sweet melliflous melody.Give a gift that took time and care and watch the happiness exploding your face as the wrapping slowly reveals its inside.The world of dreams, a place without conscience or matter.Do this, and become a Me.

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# Enviado el domingo 22 de marzo de 2009 17:34

Modificado el lunes 17 de agosto de 2009 16:15

Cuddle up under my covers at night and listen to the pitter-patter of the rain diving down upon my window sill.The dialogue between the thunder and the light that resoundes across the room.Bitting into Grannie smiths in summertime,when the sun slaps me in the face with its brightness and strengh.The bitterness invading my mouth.Wake up to the chirping of the birds,open my ears to their sweet melliflous melody.Give a gift that took time and care and watch the happiness exploding your face as the wrapping slowly reveals its inside.The world of dreams, a place without conscience or matter.Do this, and become a Me

Cuddle up under my covers at night and listen to the pitter-patter of the rain diving down upon my window sill.The dialogue between the thunder and the light that resoundes across the room.Bitting into Grannie smiths in summertime,when the sun slaps me in the face with its brightness and strengh.The bitterness invading my mouth.Wake up to the chirping of the birds,open my ears to their sweet melliflous melody.Give a gift that took time and care and watch the happiness exploding your face as the wrapping slowly reveals its inside.The world of dreams, a place without conscience or matter.Do this, and become a Me

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# Enviado el miércoles 27 de mayo de 2009 16:18

Modificado el domingo 05 de julio de 2009 16:08