FREEDOM is a feeling you celebrate with the world.Let's make cakes not weapons. Let's visit the plastic surgeon & replace our arms with wings,this may cost a lot of money. LOVE is a disease we all want to catch. Walk up to strangers on the street & sneeze love germs in their faces.Then simply wait for their love to HIT YOU BACK. SATISFACTION is a meal made of fat dreams. Buy a stranger a milkshake in exchange for a smile. Or let's start eating more animals,because vegetables have feelings too.
If you believe in love at first sight...
you never stop looking.
posted by Joy at 10:35 PM
What is JoyJerms up to these days..? hmm. Still on my way to become the bestest bestest oboe player that i can be. aaaand....still on a mission convert the rest of the world to Ravel Worshippers, cause what matters is beauty, not truth -- now, do you believe me?!Currently Joyous is living in Auckland, spending her days scraping away at oboe reeds, practicing her Gillet studies, in between which she cant help but remind herself that what she does is never enough. This leads her to believe in the disillusionment that she has taken up an addictive hobbie of reed-making during her spare time, or more precisely, that she has no spare time at all, especially to keep a blogginess and watch SpongeBob SquarePants. now aint that just dandy?? :P
4 Comments:
awww.cat.i know.but mostly you crash anyways. i mean, you know of an accident that doesnt involve a crash? lol.
it's almost a semi play with words really. but i think love could be so deep that once you stop seeing someone, bcuz u love them totally, that you stop looking!
confusing? or you understand? -- when i say you stop SEEING a person. (i believe that heaps just cuz i'm strong on the metaphysical stuff).
u dont hav 2 agree! but yeah, chipmunk (tho who the heck is that) and i obviously think it's true. *wink wink*
Great blog, love all the various images you've posted. Ahh, Love . . .where does one start--lol.
lol.thanks tree for dropping by. :)
yeah the time is in something US. silly. but the time of my POSTS are in nz time.
something fucked.
oh well.
time is all relative i spose
but i think it's important that the time of my POSTING is true.
actually, my train of thoughts jus took a tangent. other than time being all relative.
firstly, i dont know why i said that
secondly, it doesnt make sense to me
thirdly, i probably really need sleep by now, BUT, time to me: DEFINITELY comes with so many different moods (ah....here we go, joy being typical arty FARTY *squeek*) -- like knowing what TIME i posted it, leads to me imagining the kind of mood and thoughts you are likely to create at different times of the day. sometimes they are similar. sometimes not. and always different....really...
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