Fleeting ~ Full Moon Social
It is nothing short of madness
That’s been laid to rest
Here, it began
And here, it will last ~
A realization
That comes so cruel
That something was created
As momentarily as you.
Images by: Leonid Tishkov
This entry was posted on September 16, 2016 by Sister Madly. It was filed under Life and was tagged with art, dark, fullmoonsocial, love, madness, moon, photography, poetry, relationships, sadness, spirituality, writing.
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It would not be a full moon social without Sister Madly!…
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September 16, 2016 at 8:01 PM
Sister Madly, 4 – Productivity, nil… again…
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September 16, 2016 at 8:21 PM
Actually, the hard cider wrote that post… shhhh….
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September 16, 2016 at 8:38 PM
shhhh… the sound of somebody sliding gracefully from their chair to the floor…
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September 16, 2016 at 9:00 PM
Oh, if it were only ‘graceful’…
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September 16, 2016 at 9:14 PM
Ahh… that would be “Shhh… eeeet!” or words to that effect.
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September 16, 2016 at 9:19 PM
Ha ha ha! ;c)
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September 16, 2016 at 9:40 PM
Hard cider that wrote this post? ha ha!! 😉
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September 17, 2016 at 1:32 AM
I’m just glad the cider didn’t say anything naughty!
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September 17, 2016 at 11:58 AM
😉
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September 17, 2016 at 4:54 PM
I love it!
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September 17, 2016 at 7:41 AM
Thank you kindly!
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September 17, 2016 at 11:59 AM
So you’re saying “madness” took it’s toll?
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September 17, 2016 at 9:02 AM
Indeed it did, especially since I haven’t had a sip of ‘madness’ in quite a while.
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September 17, 2016 at 12:08 PM
So this concoction when you’re not taking it, does it count as being off your meds?
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September 17, 2016 at 12:46 PM
It’s a theory worth testing!
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September 17, 2016 at 1:01 PM
Why did I think finding a control batch was going to be difficult?
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September 17, 2016 at 1:10 PM
Is there an out-of-control batch one can join?
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September 17, 2016 at 1:18 PM
I understand the Lucians are looking for a few godless miscreants. How do you feel about being coloured purple and adorned with a tail?
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September 17, 2016 at 1:23 PM
I’ll feel better about it after some of the aforementioned cider.
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September 17, 2016 at 1:31 PM
Footwear is tres chic Cheri! A little tail twirl really makes the look work.
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September 17, 2016 at 1:35 PM
Hmm… after cider, it would take me several hours just to lace up them boots!
I’m torn here…
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September 17, 2016 at 1:40 PM
Sequence…
Cider in
Boots on
Cider in
Boots on correct feet
Cider in
Boots on your feet
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September 17, 2016 at 1:49 PM
To whom do the other feet belong?!?!
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September 17, 2016 at 1:57 PM
An Italian Forestry guy, Luciano Conifer.
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September 17, 2016 at 2:05 PM
Maybe I’ll just stick to the control batch.
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September 17, 2016 at 2:12 PM
Well if you insist…. 😉
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September 17, 2016 at 2:16 PM
I think is a beautiful little piece…. (cider or not) its a simple elegant piece my friend. 🙂
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September 19, 2016 at 5:40 AM
Sometimes the cider has poetry, but most of the time it just has embarrassing MP3 purchases.
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September 19, 2016 at 1:00 PM
Ah, but it has your unique flair….that only your lovely self can convey 🙂
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September 19, 2016 at 1:02 PM
;c) Thank you.
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September 19, 2016 at 1:13 PM