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...

my saturday nite beach scrambled luver

Up with the birds? Or the luvers of the nite...

Oh the morning air of sweetness as a weary eyed curl makes her way down to the beach to b adorned by the Sunday charm of the a sunrise! Greeted not only by a dynamic sky but also the drunken luvers of the nite who in ore of one another use such a sandy stretch to indulge in playful mischief. It all in a nite's job one that giggles and the occasional gurgle can linger with, for when the sun tickles their eyes, the nite of a strangers luv draws to an end. For that was the nite.

E equals...mc2 damn fine good luvin!!! So, yes mayb the french air b consuming my cheshire grin with such a smoooooooooooth sensation! ode to the master i say x

so two b company and three b the extra generous giggles of warmth to b tickled by the sun's charming rays!!! share the luv x

viva la frenchie!!! So Bayonne b the place for festivity mischief, the code to adorn yourselves in the traditional attire of white and red! The entire town is flooded with such a wash of colour, if only the two could merge together and a sea of pink would stain the infrastructure of the place for years to come!!! It was the final arvo of ale swilling, food gorging rowdy music stomping play, the air of energy was rather exhausted yet the urge to intensify and charge on thru the final hours was promising... the lite whiff of urine filtered thru the place... Oh I hope the street cleaners b getting a solid raise on monday x

uno dos tres...

the anticipated joy of dipping a wand into the mix of goo, expanding the lungs full to grasp as much air to decorate the the space around with delicate pockets of a rainbow stream...
i may have been only slightly jealous of her spangle bubbles... a certain curl of maturity came ova b preventing myself from stealing her craft... strange x