Not resting on my laurels...not doing much here either...have petty much abandoned the enterprise in faovour of CATEGORIAN. I may very well, when I can find out just how, fold this one completely given it's not going anywhere. :{

That's enough messing around for now. Have a ---- week! Remember always: Be well. Keep safe. Live lightly. Hold your pets close and your family even closer. - Beauregard

Can't you tell by now? I really keep this thing up to date. Thought you'd appreciate that.

Another night when sleep would not come, another night when I'm having supper while the cold wind blows outside my window and I am only now having dinner - it's a farmer's breakfast...while they are up bringing the cows in for milking...I am having a meal...which has been cooking overnight in my trusty Crock Pot...what might that be? Something I can never tire of...Guess that after this, I'll not be going to bed after all...not at least any time soon...Sometimes I live my days and nights upside down. While you trundle off to sleep, I am awake, and I love the silence with only the wind tapping on my windows to keep me company. And when I am asleep, those few blessed hours, you are scurrying about doing what people do who are fixed by clocks and schedules and mouths to feed...Good morning to you as you come, Good evening as you go...in my upside down world.

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:::DAYDREAMING ::: In the Winter of my daydreaming, I remember/How your skin smelled like roasted almonds./I remember how, to my parched lips,you tasted/As we breathed each other in, and out, and in again./I remember the rough texture of your hands/On my body, exploring as yet, undiscovered places./I remember your sighs and your breathing/The scent of your aftershave on my cheek./How your body and mine combined to fit/Like a fine Italian glove enveloping the whole of me./I remember the heat of our passion combined/In sweet kisses so deep they would make us ache/ For the want and the need of each other./I remember the rhythmic poetry of our lives that/We wrote together as we honoured each other's lives/And turned them from our own selfishness into five/ That moved us from the temporal to the Divine.:::(c) 2012 - Gwen Beauregard - All Rights Reserved

::: "Congress is considering two bills, the PROTECT IP Act (PIPA) in the Senate and the Stop Online Piracy Act (SOPA) in the House, which would effectively censor the web." ::: "L'ETAT C'EST MOI."/And whom did you say exactly appointed the United States Congress and Senate to be the sole arbiter and to declare that "L'etat c'est moi?"/President Obama is going to sit on his hands on this one and allow "due process"? If he does, he's no better than a cuckholded lawyer./I was under the impression that this comes under the name of Police State. ::: Be afraid. Be very afraid. Fascism is coming to America? Or maybe, it has already arrived? :: Oops! I did have something to say after all. "We are not amused." :::

::: For all that and all that ::: SOPA et al - I'm not going to write about it. Normally, I might. Just don't have the energy to do so. It's all over our News ad infinitum. Millions of words. I have none. Not because I do not care. I do. :::

* Random Acts of Living * I cannot sing the song of the Lark/ I cannot chase away the dark/ I cannot reason the evil we do is from lack of self-control/ I cannot give you back your once lost soul/ I cannot tell you why the world is so full of tears/ I cannot erase each and every one of your fears/ I cannot teach you inner peace/ I cannot explain why wars never cease/ I cannot chase away the rains/ I cannot erase your inner pains/ I cannot make the sun to shine/ I cannot make we earthly mortals Divine/ I cannot teach others how to be forgiving/ I cannot heal another's living/ I cannot feed the wolf at your door/ I cannot clothe the homeless poor/ I cannot give you the reason for happenstance/ I cannot change your circumstance/ I cannot tell you where the rivers flow/ I cannot tell why the harsh North winds blow/ I cannot protect you from the frigid cold/ I cannot teach you to embrace the fragile old/ I cannot teach the birds to fly/ I cannot tell you why your one true love lied/ I cannot tell you why God let your child die/ I cannot chase the lonely from your heart/ I cannot give you the gift of dreams apart/ I cannot ease the lonely feelings in your heart/ I cannot tell you why this crazy world has gone awry/ I cannot tell you about the why in 'goodbye"/ I cannot ease you in your growth/ I cannot tell you anything you didn't already know/ I cannot tell you why you will not see/ I can't tell you what I don't know, only that I am me * Gwen Beauregard (15.01.12) *