February 2011
1 post
“I will not play at tug o’ war. I’d rather play at hug o’ war, Where everyone...”
– Shel Silverstein (via getoutofbed)
December 2010
1 post
June 2010
4 posts
April 2010
3 posts
“happiness is not where or when or wait til;
it’s here and now and what...”
– -chip-
Just fine
soara:
i want bigger ears
anton:
why would you want bigger ears? they're just fine.
soara:
so i can fly faster faster, i want them lighter too.
anton:
why would you want them lighter? they're just fine.
soara:
so i can flap them easier easier. don't you want stronger arms?
anton:
stronger arms'd be nice. but i'm just fine with mine. they climb fine.
soara:
what about those ears of yours. they look funny.
anton:
they make you laugh. that's just fine with me.
soara:
and those stripes of yours. i think you'd look cheerier cheerier with a little yellow.
anton:
i'm cheery enough with my green, i think i'm fine without yellow. just fine. and i think you're just fine too.
we're just fine.
March 2010
3 posts
‘Cause it’s not where you go when you...
November 2009
3 posts
“is bunneigh a horse sounding bun?”
– -kaka-
The first Soara-song
minutemadness:
not a cloud in sight
the sun is blinding white
she’s left the gloomy rain and angry thunderstorms behind
just a tickling breeze
formed by her reveries
as she soars above the lovely singing cherry trees
.
oh-oh what a life it would be
the soarable bunneigh and meigh
and miles we’ll go before we sleep
and miles we’ll go before we sleep
.
the kookaburra laugh
the oddly...
half-a-song for Soara
minutemadness:
Ni wen wo ai ni you duo shen
Wo ai ni you ji fen
Ni qu xiang yi xiang
Ni qu kan yi kan
Yue liang dai biao wo di xin
.
Drawn to the lunar sadness
find her sorrow in every verse
she sang of loss
she sang of longing
she sang of the lull within love’s madness
.
The moon stood for her heart she said
hold the glow before it fades
but why I ask
why the illusion
why not...
October 2009
13 posts
“head chopped off by the devil dandeelaiyerns from doucheland. yikes. decapitated...”
– mimi
stopping by woods on a snowy evening
whose woods these are I think I know. his house is in the village, though; he will not see me stopping here to watch his woods fill up with snow. my little horse must think it queer to stop without a farmhouse near between the woods and frozen lake the darkest evening of the year. he gives his harness bells a shake to ask if there is some mistake. the only other sound’s the sweep of easy...
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how do you like the sound of soarable sundays?
mimi:
it's nice! why? are you planning some bunny-themed sunday activity where all of us wear pink and glitter?
soara:
the soarable sundaes series of storeighs
mimi:
and hold hands and pounce around like ponies on butterfly island??
soara:
don't forget the pineapple scent!
can you write meigh one? however long, whatever, even crappy ones!
"are planning some bunny-themed sunday activity where all of us wear pink and glitter.
and hold hands and pounce around like ponies on butterfly island??"
even this! can be! =D
mimi:
what are you trying to do?!?!?!
soara:
i'm gonna collect and compile!
mimi:
okok! what's the question again!
soara:
how do you like the sound of soarable sundays?
mimi:
erm... are you planning some bunny-themed sunday activity where all of us drench ourselves in glittery-pink, hold hands and gallop around like ponnies on butterfly island?? are you are you??
soara:
make it sound like a storeighhhh!
mimi:
erm... are you planning some bunny-themed sunday activity where all of us drench ourselves in glittery-pink, hold hands and gallop around like ponies on butterfly island because the evil pineapple scented babies are attacking??
its more of me adding some lines... i try sending another one over to u
mimi:
on a soarable sunday...
the bunnies came. dressed in shinifyingly glitter-pink and bloodbarbie red. the pineapple scented ponies from butterfly island came a day after. it was, most certainly, the end of the world, as we know it.
choose one. don't put all!
-20081114, ah mi-
2 tags
soarable solutions: os**r
dear soarable,
many a times i wish that i could get away from this place. i want to be a little less… well… green and grouchy… and maybe live the bunneigh life a little… get out of this dump. please help… i want happy thoughts (or happeigh thoughts, as you always say).
xoxo, os**r
ps: keep me anonymous please, i’ve got a reputation.
~
os**r my loveleigh,
don’t despair. happeighness...
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soarable solutions!
have you ever wondered how it would feel like to soar through the skies without a care in the world? look no further for your answers to this mind boggling question and many more! send all your queries, questions, comments and anything happeigh you want to dearsoarable@gmail.com! -20071207, linda-
soarabout
soarable bunneigh, small but cuddleigh soft and fluffeigh, light, so aireigh
up she soars, with ears like oars row through sky, or flutter or fly
folks say she’s weird. funneigh, even full of quirk
whatever you say, bunneigh says. come what may one day you’ll pray, you’re on the same way
oh and, she’s born on a sunday
halough
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