to dream a lil dream. to dream...
i am looking for the answers in the horse and pony dances, the wanderings of the jazz mind, the feelings, the tenderness, it's there. i must uncover the wonderous wonder and put the pieces of the fb back together.
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to ring the moon tassle and fly through the mist i must do some things soon. some things too top secret to reveal here.
Can I join your secret club? Will there be unauthorized wiretapping?
My crystals wings are ready to fly,
My heart and spirit freed by the magic vest.
i have a vat of magic dust and feel the sprinkles coming on. i wear vests like this to do the dishes. it makes me feel not only special, but exceedingly attractive and fashionABLE (avec french accent)...
Sometimes I read standing up next to my painted victorian globe lamp dressed to match my window treatments too!
So weird.
treating windows is a full time job. i drape mine with cobwebs unintentionally.
Dubz, as long as we're being honest, sometimes I sprinkle in my dust vest.
is that a metaphor? i spinkle in the woods at night. feels funny.
i meant sprinkle. spinkling is something else... you wear kneesocks, a vest and no pants to do it.
Cob webs, me too! I also dress my windows in tail pipe grime and occasionally bird droppings. Dressing to match this look takes commitment.
spinkeling should always be done with a spotter.
nothing says magic like patchwork.
i am amassing dingleberries in a wicker basket for this very purpose.
Is the man who is miming a dancer wearing a giant pork chop?
dingleberries and a vat of magic dust, dubz are you fooling around with the dark arts again? Don't come crying to me when you inadvertently get the rapes from a red goat with a pitchfork.
the rapes are worth it. the berries must be mined. there are obstructions but nothing i can't handle.
sorry if that sounds callous... I'm in a lousy mood cause i drove over to my friggin studio but forgot the keys. now i'm home again and Motivation and I are under going a temporary separation.
gardening shears are handy tools for dingleberry pick'n. I've also had great luck with a weed wacker.
i use tweezers to get the little ones. usually people throw those away but i think they're cute. like mini m+ms.
i'm supposed to be in the studio too. ok. i'm going. i'm really going now.
i'm lost in a dingleberry thicket under the stink fog of beige without my magic mix-it-up® vest to protect me here.
Pharisee Bustle, you seem awfully familiar. Have we met?
tin snips work well, plus you can make a beautiful snip pattern on your cloak. Mine is royal purple with a trim of satin lace. I am a woman.
The beautiful crystal and gold crown of thorns is awakened to the moon's beckon. It turns into cotton candy and then is dust and magic powders.
Be careful, oh wizard of all that is true, listen to your third eye, your inner eye, your voice of whimsy. It is true.
hark, I hear the sound of your cry, your mourning is my blessing because in your sadness you are renewed into the form of an eagle. The eagle has lost it's eaglet, but the small bird has left the nest to kill the small birds and maintain the order of the universe. A tear cuts the fabric of this earth. It is the beginning of the other world, the world of doves and peace. Hasten, my friends, and listen to the oracle. It doesn't speak.
They are whispering the time of the day, they are saying it over and over until we lose our space. No! the whimsey returns and the scratching ends in ribbons of plenty. The deer kisses the rabbit and on and on. Soon the bat lays with the coyote.
This bat has four legs sprung out of the womb of evolution. It is in this warmth that the moment becomes hours and the hours a day. Inside the day is the awakening of GLORY! Sunrays! A wet spring!
The raven is happy.
I am now to be named GLORY! I shake off my old and worn cloak. This new day is your cornocopia!
wow, i'm blushing
I am leaping for joy. My crotch runneth over, and over. In the air, like. My tights are cutting off circulation.
Uh, that statement was made by the ballet dude--I swear.
i peeds, i have been reading a book standing up waiting for you. i'm wearing my special vest too.
FB, whatcha reading? Denny Terrio' s MEMOIR OF A GAY-SHA?
Is it true what I read on MM's blog? Your last words?
yes pd. tomorrow i tell. i can no longer justify the no money vs. time vs. non-learning to myself any longer. i feel like better things are coming and I just need to go forth and try. no more adult diapers for the fb. krix is helping. arthur gave me the ok.
it's totally scary-ville. completely frightening but i can't take it anymore. i just can't. inertia is hard to break, but eventually it will crumble.
peeds, actually i am reading the zen of robot dancer maintenance. i'm at chapter 2, loose screws.
i will have more on this development tomorrow but first i have to make it happen. then i can divulge a bit.
FB! FB! I am so happy for you!!
Congrats! You will find something better. Good luck tomorrow! Guts and bolts...more like it...YAY.
Wait til you get to chapter 3: The Smooth Move
hams, thank you, but you know, when i am pulling out the last hair on my head while waiting in the unemployment line I may have second thoughts. i don't think i'll be very nicelooking with a full on scalp show, but it may come to pass. there has to be something out there for me. and i am going to work on the relics stuff too. it's all about renewal. less stuffing self into liquor bottle/smoky clouds. well kinda.
i will still have to come in for the rest of august i think. and then there will need to be a doping weekend. then progress.
I feel sure that you are doing the right thing. It had to change and sometimes forcing that change is what it takes. You are so unhappy there and it sucks up your joy. I would like to join you in your doping weekend.
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