Aularches Miliaris / Coffee Locust https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e4/Aularches_miliaris-Silent_Valley-2016-08-13-001.jpg
The Long Room at Trinity College, Dublin, Ireland https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/4b/Long_Room_Interior%2C_Trinity_College_Dublin%2C_Ireland_-_Diliff.jpg
His boat doesn’t sail on water.
His mind is filled with impure thoughts, accompanied with lust in his heart and loins.
Snake oil salesmen, awash in Washington.
Sign adhered on the merchant’s door says, “Gone fishing for fish, for my favorite aunt’s dinner.” “Wish me luck.”
He and she, will forever be.
On a beautiful warm day, he decides to go outside, and sits himself down on the stoop. He takes out his blues harp, and plays some down home blues. Some of the passersby stop to watch him, and love what they are hearing. That makes him a very happy guy.
The moon is dark. The wolves are quiet. Makes for an eerie feeling.
in a bind it really sucks
He is the man who never plans for anything. Just wings it, and he is fine with that.
Only the brave will walk in the darkness of a dense forest, and will come out unscathed.
Sitting in the shade, enjoying life.
Spring has finally arrived.
He’s known as the “I said it, but I didn’t say it” guy.
Gazing at the white, puffy clouds.
She has a bad habit of mincing words, and she will never change. Its in her DNA.
Watching paint dry, could be exhilarating.
wake up and take in the aroma of freshly brewed coffee it will make your day a whole lot better
Whenever he has anything to say, he rambles like a babbling brook.
Songs of Experience (1794)
He’s never wrong. So it goes.
He is the master of deceit.