

default description of job I am the waker of the peopledefault description of job by ~sweetcapris
I deliver sunrise sunshine nectar of a god
who laid her hands over the earth
and bid the beans to grow; It flows forth
Into the hands of her children (and I'd sure as hell say
that not one soul done rested on the seventh day)
Instead they woke and spoke of distant lands
as eager tongues lapped at the hills of Guatemala
and leaned their way through a grande Kirinyaga
Then, armed with cups of anywhere-but-here, they disappear
jolted into the search of other America


My SIMS, They All Recycle SaveMy SIMS, They All Recycle by ~sweetcapris
The
Trees
Don't go hand me no book
I'll just download all the classics and I'll read 'em on my Nook. I say,
All
My
Crops
On Farmville are organic
And it
Makes me feel so trendy
When the whole world wants to friend me
I say, hey, today
Got a sexy txt from Gladys
And I put it as my status
For a long time to show
Oh, Oh, Oh.
I'm a dreamer, I'm a gamer, I'm a free-minded flamer
And my SIMS they all recycle and my iPod rides a bicycle
Whoa, hang on,
Man I gotta check my email
Gotta click a mouse to save a whale
And tweet it on my Twittah, Digg it
On
Line
Shoppin'
With reusable bags
I'm removin' the tags from t


CliffJumping with MotherTeresa We stood there on a gritty bluff jutting out over the lake. The water was calm, a bluish-green diamond-dusted little thing beneath the kiss of the sun. The air was warm, quiet. We could maybe hear the hum of motors miles away had we listened for it, but neither of us had given it a thought.CliffJumping with MotherTeresa by ~sweetcapris
"It's a lot higher from up here," I said with a laugh. I knew my forced grin had betrayed any attempt at keeping it cool. I looked away and pushed the rocks around with my foot.
"And so it goes," she returned my smile. She turned around and shook out of her sandals. The breeze lifted her habit as she bent down to push them aside. Moving closer to the edg