Evidently to be an artist and a crafter, I have to use Mason jars in every project. Everything must be in pastel or the darkest goth black to ever exist. If that's what is required to be an 'artist', just count me out. And I'll get off at the next bus stop.
a lot of times, i wonder about my home state. because it's another place that people will laugh at. i could spend time arguing about all of those things or i could just watch the cranes dance with their chicks in the sand. appreciating the beauty is a distraction from being angered by the faults.
it's past the point of no return. or at least it's a bit too late to make a u turn. i thought that i could manage all of this, but i'm failing fast as the ground falls from under my once steady feet.
sometimes it's done in very good ways. saying that someone is gentle like a lamb. cute like a puppy or a kitten or some other cuddly baby animal. these are all comparisons of something that you would want to be around. perhaps even things that people try to purposely seek out. but then there are the people who are thought of in the worst sense of animal, such a cruel comparison to make. slippery like an eel, imply some level of distrust for this person, whoever they may be. to say that someone is a loner, they are compared to wild animals like wolves. but this comparison strikes odd, for a lone wolf may temporarily leave a pack, but it will even- tually return to them. everyone always goes home. but this model says that some don't.
the tortoise talks to the tapir. they both have an appreciation for lettuce, take out their cook books, and begin discussing all the possible salads to eat.
capybaras can coach cockroaches to do the can-can. they swing and they sway, do a flip and twirl their skirts. but still no one can can-can like the tuna fish can.
a red wolf whines to an armadillo. the shell cased creature rolls around in the dirt, looking for some grubs to eat. the red wolf looms, trying to decide if it's time to take a bite.
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