StefanB?
@stefanbdandy.bsky.social
Word weaving dandy, songwriter, etc...
A Happy Halloween to the festive, the witches, the scary and the scared, the ones who hide in shadows, and those who misbehave. Love all around! ❤️
October 31, 2025 at 7:06 AM
A Happy Halloween to the festive, the witches, the scary and the scared, the ones who hide in shadows, and those who misbehave. Love all around! ❤️
October 31, 2025 at 6:58 AM
There can be only One! I’m the Highlander! Give me the Prize! 😂😂😂 A beautiful day to You!
October 30, 2025 at 4:16 PM
There can be only One! I’m the Highlander! Give me the Prize! 😂😂😂 A beautiful day to You!
New song on the way. “Dancing in the starlight “, it’s a groove and a chorus. A productive evening, Sweetest Dreams to You!
You may visit Mine! I’d like that. 🫵❤️
You may visit Mine! I’d like that. 🫵❤️
October 28, 2025 at 4:18 AM
New song on the way. “Dancing in the starlight “, it’s a groove and a chorus. A productive evening, Sweetest Dreams to You!
You may visit Mine! I’d like that. 🫵❤️
You may visit Mine! I’d like that. 🫵❤️
How pretty is that? For a first draft. See what you do to me ! Love an light 🤍
www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/81nln...
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August 3, 2025 at 11:22 PM
How pretty is that? For a first draft. See what you do to me ! Love an light 🤍
www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/81nln...
www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/81nln...
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the canaries cried out,
but the shovels kept digging,
down into choking dark.
those gentle small things,
who only wished to sing,
did you even listen at all?
but the shovels kept digging,
down into choking dark.
those gentle small things,
who only wished to sing,
did you even listen at all?
January 21, 2025 at 2:18 AM
the canaries cried out,
but the shovels kept digging,
down into choking dark.
those gentle small things,
who only wished to sing,
did you even listen at all?
but the shovels kept digging,
down into choking dark.
those gentle small things,
who only wished to sing,
did you even listen at all?
The ban on TikTok truly shows, as did Trudeau ‘s hijacking of bank accounts in Canada, how freedom in occidental society is relative. The only freedom we really have is creativity. Once creativity becomes production, freedom is lost. The system in place is always safeguarded.
January 19, 2025 at 7:26 PM
The ban on TikTok truly shows, as did Trudeau ‘s hijacking of bank accounts in Canada, how freedom in occidental society is relative. The only freedom we really have is creativity. Once creativity becomes production, freedom is lost. The system in place is always safeguarded.
There’s a dove flying free.
Underneath the tattoos she will find me.Together we’ll chime.
Every moment that you share
Every kindness that you spare
Are a part of you.
Hop on a dream
When a smile becomes a dare
It’s a turning point that tears
The better side of you.
Hop on a dream in front of you
Underneath the tattoos she will find me.Together we’ll chime.
Every moment that you share
Every kindness that you spare
Are a part of you.
Hop on a dream
When a smile becomes a dare
It’s a turning point that tears
The better side of you.
Hop on a dream in front of you
January 9, 2025 at 2:39 PM
There’s a dove flying free.
Underneath the tattoos she will find me.Together we’ll chime.
Every moment that you share
Every kindness that you spare
Are a part of you.
Hop on a dream
When a smile becomes a dare
It’s a turning point that tears
The better side of you.
Hop on a dream in front of you
Underneath the tattoos she will find me.Together we’ll chime.
Every moment that you share
Every kindness that you spare
Are a part of you.
Hop on a dream
When a smile becomes a dare
It’s a turning point that tears
The better side of you.
Hop on a dream in front of you
When truths are voiced but overheard and never understood fully.
When trust and transparency are viewed as a weakness.
You question the meaning of circumscribed intimacy,
Where wholesomeness is but a dream.
When trust and transparency are viewed as a weakness.
You question the meaning of circumscribed intimacy,
Where wholesomeness is but a dream.
January 4, 2025 at 9:27 PM
When truths are voiced but overheard and never understood fully.
When trust and transparency are viewed as a weakness.
You question the meaning of circumscribed intimacy,
Where wholesomeness is but a dream.
When trust and transparency are viewed as a weakness.
You question the meaning of circumscribed intimacy,
Where wholesomeness is but a dream.
Legitimize; "No thank you, but thank you for your attention.
I'm humbled. "
And yes, I do care.
And yes, I am fair.
I'm humbled. "
And yes, I do care.
And yes, I am fair.
January 4, 2025 at 9:19 PM
Legitimize; "No thank you, but thank you for your attention.
I'm humbled. "
And yes, I do care.
And yes, I am fair.
I'm humbled. "
And yes, I do care.
And yes, I am fair.
There is a tear at laughters' edge
that reminds me of you.
And Those who beg to cry forget
they'll never see you like I do.
Time has no ending, we weigh nothing on its' scale
And the colors that blended are magnificent still.
that reminds me of you.
And Those who beg to cry forget
they'll never see you like I do.
Time has no ending, we weigh nothing on its' scale
And the colors that blended are magnificent still.
January 1, 2025 at 7:18 PM
There is a tear at laughters' edge
that reminds me of you.
And Those who beg to cry forget
they'll never see you like I do.
Time has no ending, we weigh nothing on its' scale
And the colors that blended are magnificent still.
that reminds me of you.
And Those who beg to cry forget
they'll never see you like I do.
Time has no ending, we weigh nothing on its' scale
And the colors that blended are magnificent still.
How mistaken you are,
And how joyous it makes me
to spread specks of stars
that dignify infinity.
What once was could never be,
I won't twin with my misery.
The spirit I miss is one we created, evoked
and won't be deleted.
And how joyous it makes me
to spread specks of stars
that dignify infinity.
What once was could never be,
I won't twin with my misery.
The spirit I miss is one we created, evoked
and won't be deleted.
January 1, 2025 at 7:17 PM
How mistaken you are,
And how joyous it makes me
to spread specks of stars
that dignify infinity.
What once was could never be,
I won't twin with my misery.
The spirit I miss is one we created, evoked
and won't be deleted.
And how joyous it makes me
to spread specks of stars
that dignify infinity.
What once was could never be,
I won't twin with my misery.
The spirit I miss is one we created, evoked
and won't be deleted.
When you open up your sky,
I'm basking in your sunshine.
You're Music.
Music is sexy.
I'm basking in your sunshine.
You're Music.
Music is sexy.
December 30, 2024 at 7:17 PM
When you open up your sky,
I'm basking in your sunshine.
You're Music.
Music is sexy.
I'm basking in your sunshine.
You're Music.
Music is sexy.
When mistakes of the past aren't abused or exposed,
You feel an understanding , a dim light that still glows.
The anger and disappointment repressed are but a choice.
The present of a future has never felt this close.
If patience stares in a mirror, it sees actions the most.
Merry Christmas.
You feel an understanding , a dim light that still glows.
The anger and disappointment repressed are but a choice.
The present of a future has never felt this close.
If patience stares in a mirror, it sees actions the most.
Merry Christmas.
December 22, 2024 at 3:08 PM
When mistakes of the past aren't abused or exposed,
You feel an understanding , a dim light that still glows.
The anger and disappointment repressed are but a choice.
The present of a future has never felt this close.
If patience stares in a mirror, it sees actions the most.
Merry Christmas.
You feel an understanding , a dim light that still glows.
The anger and disappointment repressed are but a choice.
The present of a future has never felt this close.
If patience stares in a mirror, it sees actions the most.
Merry Christmas.
