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Where are my worthless cohorts when I need them? Lunch calls, or at least that's what my stomach proclaims…
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) December 13, 2012
Where are my worthless cohorts when I need them? Lunch calls, or at least that’s what my stomach proclaims…
Speak of the devils, and my cohorts appear! {mystic meaning, or co-incidence, you be the judge, for those are cloaks I will not wear}.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) December 13, 2012
Speak of the devils, and my cohorts appear! {mystic meaning, or co-incidence, you be the judge, for those are cloaks I will not wear}.
@rumor_imbris give a damn, every day. There are many who deserve it, and others who'll take even that, and be glad of it. #thought #later
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) December 13, 2012
@rumor_imbris give a damn, every day. There are many who deserve it, and others who’ll take even that, and be glad of it. #thought #later
It’s that time we so love again today, but there’s order in my list this day – I sorted them, Zee to Aye… #FF
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) December 14, 2012
It’s that time we so love again today, but there’s order in my list this day – I sorted them, Zee to Aye… #FF
my passion spent on a worthy deed ~ I bid you all godspeed ~ a trip for work must I make, though thoughts of you all, I'll take. #later
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) December 14, 2012
my passion spent on a worthy deed ~ I bid you all godspeed ~ a trip for work must I make, though thoughts of you all, I’ll take. #later
Might casting aspersions on the motives of those who do good, render you an ally, of evil? #thought
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) December 15, 2012
Might casting aspersions on the motives of those who do good, render you an ally, of evil? #thought
With your hands spread open wide, slow your fall, down terror’s slide. {Hint of my first poem, in 30 years}
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) December 15, 2012
With your hands spread open wide, slow your fall, down terror’s slide. {Hint of my first poem, in 30 years}
To grant aid, or praise, is easy, to accept it… not so. #thought
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) December 15, 2012
To grant aid, or praise, is easy, to accept it… not so. #thought
mortality’s short, sweet kiss… a poem http://t.co/ijSexeO0 #poem #thought
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) December 15, 2012
mortality’s short, sweet kiss… a poem https://cgayling.com/malmaxa/2012/12/mortalitys-short-sweet-kiss/ … #poem #thought
That poem is not an exhortation to death. Hold true to yourself, until time comes for each of us to escape the shackles of mortality.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) December 15, 2012