entangled under the sea of curls...

this entanglement has never been such a glorious outrage of the curl effect... do try, it could b the tentacle luv you have been sliming for x x x

dance the way i feel...

flipper can bounce, prance and shimmy on til the clock strikes midnite where the oddly paired silhouettes of a rowdy rooster and salty dolphin can be seen tickling each other with a new year's kiss x x x happy 2011 peoples

a view that was never broken...

the pane of glass only lightly obscured my eyes from the clarity that had my curls singing praise to the devil . It was a duality of vividness and dull nonsense, yet i was most captivated by its break...

the pink nation...

a flock of sheep? a pod of dolphins? a collection of papers? ah, nope clearly its an entanglement of curls looking well pretty in their pink flamingo salsa sky x x x

Dance... its the radiant warmth felt thru my curls as they kiss the salty air.

A lion's heart swollen when eyes are drawn wide to embrace and caress the vivid love that dominates the sky.

A smile is wore in the shades of pink and violet.

Toes are clenched, the light sand shrieks and dainty ballerina curls twirl till the moon shares his delights x x x

a duality of curls...can u please pass me the iron.

belated greetings to the space that is usually encrusted with curly banter of adventures away yonder ville. So the play in europe drew to an end awhile ago yes and yes the typical consumed nature of mine to get entangle in all things marvellously distracting back in byron has been solid or sordid? mmm undecided really, i like the two, with extra sugar!
so i salute you with a twinkle hello and watch this space as the unfoldings of curl dominated brain erosion is back in full swing on the monkey bars!!! x

italiano pirate moon

the delights of "oh just popped down to italy for dinner..." rolling of one's tongue! More so arriving in a quiet lil seaside pebbled town to b greeted by what seemed like the entire population of the town plushed out in pirate attire. Arrrrrrrrrrg, storms a brooding of peg legs and polly wants to nibble your shoulder...