Sometimes, I want to shrink into myself and disappear

(Except that 'tis more than just sometimes, lately)

Insert something, something here

#because I wanted to post.

Colourless green ideas sleep furiously

#I know exactly what Chomsky didn't mean to say.

Adjectives belong to the zeroth dimension.

#people are not adjectives

Lenses #10

P. She's mature. She's childlike. She's a woman. 

Lenses #9. (or #3, take 2)

*snip*

Because I need to have posted this on every one of my blogs

and Because I <3es that teap -- whoops!

I now have the dubious distinction of following my own advice.

If you can't write, I once told a wise one, you write crap.

Uhm, here. It's called The Venerated Ones.

A tabloid-y heading for an insightful post

"Being intelligent is like having a knife. If you train every day in using the knife, you will be invincible. If you think that just having a knife will make you win any battle you fight, then you will fail."

http://www.jamiebegin.com/high-iq-will-kill-startup/

Ginger-garlic paste is good. Chopped onion is good. More onion is better.

#Scrambled eggs
#Yumm

Lenses #8

He has clear grey eyes, A, that crinkle when he smiles. And he has a rather pleasant voice, in which he claims he doesn't bite; I privately think he does.

I'm a little in love with her

Uhm, and Jagruti says she's 'me, basically' #blushes

So Melbourne has a street called Bunbury street

#iz-in-Earnest

Also, #iz-tickled-pink 

pome-let

When I die, m'dear, think of me,
a flower that bloomed along a quiet path.

--
Modified from a verse written in April 2011