

Daddy and DaughterHe sits on a rusty swing in a dying playground and remembers when it was it was new. When he was young. And when she was just a little girl. She would sit on this swing and her baby-pink buckled shoes would hang a whole foot from the floor, heels clicking together as they swayed through the air, and the little lace ruffles of her socks always slacked uneven with her kicks. Her mother would have tied her hair up in pretty ringlets, pigtails with ribbons to match the hem of her sundress. Those were the days when he would push her cute button bottom and she would squeal with delight "Higher Daddy higher!" He used to pretend to grow tired, and heDaddy and Daughter


AE: Mr. Jonathan SicariAn Astrological Examination: Mr. Jonathan Sicari All research has been done with the many resources offered by astrologer Linda Goodman, who in turn was known for quoting passages from famous classics to help summarize her personality pieces; from her books I've borrowed quotes from "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" and "Through the Looking Glass" by Lewis Carroll (LC) and "Peter Pan" by J.M. Barrie (JMB)AE: Mr. Jonathan Sicari
Direct sources include: - Linda Goodman's Sun Signs (SS) - Linda Goodman's Love Signs (LS)
Jonathan Sicari of Gargoyle Born April 1, 1940
ARIES (The Ram)
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Wendell 6: April 1 Pt 2 of 2Wendell 6 Friday April 1, 2011 (Part 2/2)Wendell 6: April 1 Pt 2 of 2
I knew Paisley would yell at me as soon as wed retired to our hotel rooms, but I underestimated the bastards fury. He sat beside me all day, watching me autograph every piece of memorabilia I was handed with dead kittens, and he barely uttered a word. Only once after the presentation of my grisly painting did he actually protest, and as punishment I began drawing little dead businessmen. From then on he didnt even shake his head in disagreement. I expected his eyes to flash every time I said the word fuck (I made an effort to use it at least once per s


Lament to LokiHes still with Brooke; sighs in her sleep, tiny tiger snuggled deep, cradled safe where cuddles keep.Lament to Loki
Tears spilled not to wash away her bright-eyed boy; just keep at bay the yearning selfish ache to hold her Loki warm for one more day.
In shadowed rooms I hear that wheeze and close my eyes to briefly seize his precious presence as it flees.
Her shoulder still his favored perch, ever green his gaze, successful in his valiant search Devotion Pure he gladly gave, with Boundless, Blinding Trust and in return, in life received, wha