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Brain Mud STICKS on old patterns ;)
old patterns, like well worn pathways take forever to grow over.
Nothing wrong with that!
That's the place from when we grow...but who wants to grow!given a choice I would wish to go back to the muddy brain of childhood...caring about nothing :)Nice picture, Lorraine :)love, dev
**from where we growdev
Wow! If I ever saw Brain Mud (which I don't very often given my occupation with third graders ;) this is exactly what I'll bet it looks like. You are so creative, Lorraine.
with rain new patterns ...
Interesting. I think there is much more to this, but I need to think more about it. I do love the the photograph it intrigues me and alarms me. Strange, but in a good way.T
ooh..what is that? You are making my brain work today! I like it!
Tu as de bonne idée Lorraine
yummy words for slimy photo...let's get rid of the brain mud, one two three all together now! (splat)
Now I know why I've been in a funk all night. I have brain mud.
Mud on the brain comes from eating mud pies when we were children. It's also why we have "dirty" minds.
Tu en as de drôles d'idées Lorraine! Ta photo est superbe.
It would be neat to pulverize them, don't you think Brian ? ;)Nothing wrong witht that if you have no old ways of thinking that are all used up ;) thanks Gautami !But that's just it Dev, our brain was a lot less muddy then ;) we still has a connection before we buried it under daily mudHey Dev, no worries, that's exactly the way I read it lolHey thanks Dolce , I agree kids don't have mud yet lolYes, I like that Laure :)Thanks a lot T....we bury the knowledge we had at birth :) thanks so much!Hey Robin, mud accumulates throught the years, forgetting essential stuff ;) thanks a lot! Merci beaucoup AA.F :)LOL oh yeah I like that Firebird lolLynne, shake it out, carefully lol thanks sweetieAw that's almost child-like Timoteo lolMerci beaucoup Richard ;) dégage un peu cette boue qui s'accumule, on est mieux après
Bon j'ai été chef AA.F, pour voir qui tu étais et aussitôt la photo j'ai dit, Hey c'est Allan!tsk tsk
c'est tellement vrai !tu ne peux toujours pas venir chez moi ???
NOPE ca m'est interdit, mais parfois je peux aller voir chez toi et pas chez Siam...je ne comprends pas pourquoi, mais puisque parfois je peux, j'essaie chaque matin :)Merci Namaki :)
This is darker than a lot of your usual stuff, but I like it. The text is more mysterious as well.
Thanks very much Maxine, I can be dark ;) lol
Old patterns.. I look on them as mental roadblocks that warp our sense of reinvention.. A rather common occurance in our lifetimes.. and a lot darker than what it appears...
agreed. totally. thanks so much TDL
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