FlipperMoo

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Last Login: 06/06/2008 5:33 pm

Registered: 10/27/2005

Gender: Female

Location: The World

Stuff I'm Using

Warm Starter Rocker Guy Shoes - virtual item
Hawk Brown Kachina Dancer's Wings - virtual item
Cool Starter Glam Guy Trousers - virtual item
Christian Siriano's Ruffled Red Vest and Shirt - virtual item
Worn Out Cowboy Hat - virtual item
 

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Artaythe Report | 02/15/2011 4:27 pm
Artaythe
hahaha *uses your profile* come back and play gaia with me, dammit! D:<
Artaythe Report | 02/15/2011 4:26 pm
Artaythe
cool avi
Artaythe Report | 02/28/2008 11:49 am
Artaythe
hehe Moo.. I think that's the perfect face, it made me laugh. *takes nasty beer away from you and replaces it with margarita made especially by Harry* Niiiiiiiice. ;D
Artaythe Report | 02/18/2008 1:23 pm
Artaythe
Ooooh, James Wright as in the dude whose poem you posted on your profile. Yeshyesh, I remember now. xD You can always post poetry in my comments, it makes me happeh :>
Artaythe Report | 02/11/2008 9:06 am
Artaythe
Ooops, I seem to have gotten a little overenthusiastic on my spacing there.. do forgive. *bows*
Artaythe Report | 02/11/2008 9:05 am
Artaythe
Yes, you're very cute. Hmm, okay.. Ode to Moo.



It starts like this.. *clears throat* "Oh, Wombat..."



hee hee no, wait..
CrystalDayLight Report | 01/11/2008 4:54 pm
CrystalDayLight
thanks for buying from my store
Artaythe Report | 12/14/2007 10:15 pm
Artaythe
*honks your holiday carrot*
Rivera-Janet Report | 11/09/2007 12:26 pm
Rivera-Janet
thank you fro buying from my store
Icyss Report | 08/23/2007 3:08 pm
Icyss
Thanks for buying from my store.

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Please come again soon!

The Poetry of James Wright

Lying In A Hammock At William Duffy's Farm In Pine Island, Minnesota
by James Wright

Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,
Asleep on the black trunk,
blowing like a leaf in green shadow.
Down the ravine behind the empty house,
The cowbells follow one another
Into the distances of the afternoon.
To my right,
In a field of sunlight between two pines,
The droppings of last year's horses
Blaze up into golden stones.
I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.
A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.
I have wasted my life.
 
 
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Artaythe
Keyboard Fish
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I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people.

Must tame beast... must tame beast...

Well hello there. Isn't this place just splendid? Though to be honest, I feel a little out of place at these fancy parties. Oh, did I not introduce myself? I'm Death. So charmed to meet you.

Well, you crushed that stereotype.

So, two nuns, a slime mold, and a terrestrial flatworm were in a bar...