She’s nothing less than a vampiress
Sticking her teeth in your skin for a bite
Slowely sucking at your blood
Making you weaker each time
She’s nothing less than a cat
With it’s prey
Captivating it
Toying with it and paralyzing it
Then going in for the kill
She’s nothing less than a vulture
Circling high above
Looking for a vulnerable prey
Then darting down and taking it away
Oct-05-07 22:14 PDT 5 of 5
Ah, drinking ma skullcap and valerian
ma eyes are a closin
drinking my herb tonic
soon I will be dosin
dinking ma sleepy tea
can no longer be nosin
at the vilage arteest
an what they be doin
aaaaaa heeeeeee a zeeeeeeeee
a shooooooooooooo a
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Mojo mojo mojo - rolling down the track,
if you’re mojo runs to hard it might have a heart attack!
Drink some wine,
then life is fine.
Be loving and good….
and always remember your mojo man will love you back!
I am here…
…in and out of consciousness…
…in and out of subconsciousness…
…in and out of reality…
…in and out of dreams…
I am somewhere in between.
I have a wonderful day today - took my artist friend (Siri) who I love dearly into the gallery to see the art and meet Pam, and across the street to the fab shoe boutique. Then we had lattes, and went to the smoke shop where the guys hang out looking cool and smoking cigars. The owner white haired with a full beard smoked a pipe. Not that it is cool to smoke but there will be some people who will just be smokers. I bought my friend some herbal smokes that she loves and she promised me that she only has them once in awhile. They don’t have tobacco, and she swears they are not unhealthy. Then we went to the art store to stock up on art supplies. The evening ended with home cooked beef stew for her - cooked by my dear sweet hubby, Ed and raw veggies with blue cheese and some seasoned tofu for me. Of course we had wine and good conversation about life, love and art.
I feel like I am coming up today. Not euphoric, but happy and peaceful. Good things are happening.
- New baby nephew is born - Mathew, I will be visiting him this weekend.
- My grandmother called me today and is resting after the death of her beloved husband. She says that soon she will want to pick back up and we can start having our enchanting lunches together again.
- I think I finally found a PHP programmer who I like and vibe with. We will see - will keep you posted. I *love* his website and that is important - how somone’s website looks, how it is put together, and what they say about themselves. That means alot to me when I select who to network with.
- I am playing Cupid’s advocate with two of my artsy friends who are either going to kill me when this is over, or thank me for hitting them with the love-potion-laced-arrow.
Speaking of which, I am thankful for all of the wonderful friends and people who support me in my art.
- Tori who delivers my paper route for me on Wednesdays so I can work on my web design business and paintings.
- Pam who got me into my first gallery
- the dear sweet artist who encouraged me and made me my first giclee, sent me a tool for stretching canvas. I can stretch a mean canvas now!
- Dear, dear sweet Siri who comes each Tuesday to paint with me in my studio. Hubby refers to fondly her as his “downstairs wife” because she is a gormet cook and brings over the most scrumtious treats. You would have had to see “The King of Queens” episode about the downstairs wife to get the joke.
- Linda who also is very encouraging to me stopping over for girlfriend talk, and vino.
- Dan who encourages me with his fatherly wisdom
Thanks you guys, I am feeling very loved and cared about. You all make me feel so good.
Mathew aka “Buster” - welcome to earth. My beautiful nephew was born shortly before 2 PM on Monday.
He is something for me to smile about.
I think it is OK to be melancholy.
Listen to Elliott, that’s how I feel now. Ya know I think if we all accepted people being melancholy then when people are melancholy, they would feel more accepted. And So I ramble.
Listen
Elliott’s Lyrics :
Ill fake it through the day
With some help from johnny walker red
Send the poison rain down the drain
To put bad thoughts in my head
Two tickets torn in half
And a lot of nothing to do
Do you miss me, miss misery
Like you say you do?
A man in the park
Read the lines in my hand
Told me Im strong
Hardly ever wrong I said man you mean
You had plans for both of us
That involved a trip out of town
To a place Ive seen in a magazine
That you left lying around
I dont have you with me but
I keep a good attitude
Do you miss me, miss misery
Like you say you do?
I know youd rather see me gone
Than to see me the way that I am
But I am in the life anyway
Next door the tvs flashing
Blue frames on the wall
Its a comedy of errors, you see
Its about taking a fall
To vanish into oblivion
Is easy to do
And I try to be but you know me
I come back when you want me to
Do you miss me miss misery
Like you say you do?
My grandfather just died and I feel like a wounded animal. I should feel happy and celebrate that he had a full, happy life and I do. But there is the part of me that is very very sad and will miss him terribly. My body and mind are in a numb state waiting for it all to sink in and settle. I’m tired. I have no patience for people right now and I am usually a very social person. If I hear anyone cry over something like a scratch on their automobile or a broken nail I want to puke. I know one thing that is good and that is that I will get a creative burst and want to paint. That always happens after strong emotion - when I start to gain back my energy.
A note to any commenters:
I have been mass deleting comments lately because I have not logged in to blog regularly. So - if you’ve commented and don’t see that I have approved it - it’s been deleted because I don’t have the time to wade through the 600 SPAM posts to find your post.
Let bygones be bygones
I might have said this or that
“scat kitty cat, ratatatata”
while you pulled a rabbit out of your hat
but the past is the past
and this is now
and I forgive you for what you did or didn’t do
or what they said you did
if you forgive me too, thats cool
Now let’s all take a dip in the clear blue pool
and laugh at ourselves for playing the fool
Don’t sweat the small stuff…so you have energy enough for the big stuff. And take little baby steps while walking the path of your journey. If you walk slowly you can better take in the gorgeous view.
Do I sound like a guru or what?
Wanna laugh? Or maybe this will appeal to you as it does to me. There is a meditaitional guru named Osho. Osho has some of the wildest, funniest, training videos (free) on his website. There is everything from very fast breathing, dancing, and chanting - to a group gibberish meditation where for 2 minutes everyone screams, talks gibberish to get the bad emotions out.
Check it out and tell me if it made you laugh or want to try it:
click on some of the meditations and watch the video or listen to the gibberish audio.
Note to self: get that book “Bunny Tales: My two years in the Playboy Mansion”
I’m blue again. I’m blue. I do not want you to see the blue me, I want you to see the new me. Please don’t look at me in the blue light. Please look at me only in the new light. Please only in the glistening dew light. I am wet and shiny, and blue. Only a soft light will do. I want it to be a new night. I don’t want to fight. Please let me make it right. Please don’t look at me now in the blue light.
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Well there’s another poem. I was blue tonight and painting a blue painting. So, it’s a blue night.
News fromt the Bumbles art front: I will be showing in my first gallery in October November on Maryland Ave. in Annapolis Maryland. Actually entering a contest that shows during art walk in October and having a show with my buddy Pam in Novemeber.
I may have a sale on one of the paintings I hung at the Spot on Monday.
Something new coming soon: All I will say is “Sugar Free Art”. That’s all. You will have to wait and see 
OK so I have like 7 people who I feel most connected to. They’re all Libras, except for one and she born on the cusp of Libra and Scorpio. A new friend is Gemini and I feel a sence of connectivity to her too. Aquarious gets along well with Libra and Gemini.
And our biorhythms show a high level of compatibility.
It’s so strange, but so true.
If you are a Libra, more than likey we would get along.
Do your biorhythm here:
I am a risk taker in my older age. I face fear so that I can end it. In the process I take alot of risks. And I am not afraid anymore of being ‘weird’. I used to fear that.
The only fear I can’t seem to get over is letting someone else drive when I travel in a car with someone. I can take airplane rides now though.
Yes, I know I am a complete weirdo. But now that I am approaching 40 - I like my weirdness. Whereas before I was always concerned with who liked me or who did not like me. Now, its like - you like me? Great. You don’t? Whatever.
Actually, I am rather happy when I hear someone has called me weird or eccentric. I like to get a rise out of people. It’s like saying : “OK let me shock you a bit, now that you have prejuged me before getting to know me”.
It really takes someone special to get to know me. I am just too wierd as far as society goes. I don’t comform. I don’t stay in a box or a comfort zone. If you want to take the time to get to know me, then I know you are a person worth knowing…because you look beyond my weird surface to see my person that is beneath.
OK Here is a peek. While you look at my butterfly painting I reccomend you listen to Erik Sadie’s Gymnopedie no.1 And of course have a glass of Chianti.
Dance butterfly, dance!
Be happy, be sad, then be happy again.
It’s a joyous show, your dance in the sunshine.
You dance like you will be doing this forever.
But you soon finish your dance and the curtain closes.
The sunshine is gone.
It’s an ending and at the same time a new beginning.
I can hear a song in the wind.
I can see the sun peeking through again.
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News: I started the butterfly painting today.
My 15 year old got creeped out when he saw it. He was like…”that looks kind of kool.” Then he looked at it closer and was like…”Ew. Is THAT a dead butterfly in your painting?” I was like, “yeah…so?…it’s not ew”…and he was all “yes it is…no one wants a dead butterfly in their painting!”. I was all “wanna bet?”
So anyhow I started with the buttefly…glueing him in (hes a male tiger swallowtail). He came apart a bit…so I am not sure if I am going to paint over him - outlining him and filling in some detail…or perhaps paint over some of him. He’s 3d which poses some challeges. I sketched a sun and 3 purple coneflowers near him…painted in a cobalt teal sky with some interferance gold and violet mixed in. I used a torn towel stip to paint with. We’ll see what happens with this one.
Piccini’s Toscano (from Tuscany) Chianti has a very intense nose of cherry.
It’s got a robust flavor and is a favorite of mine - the reasons for this is equally because of the taste and the fondness I have of the Sicilian friend who gives me this wine.
Salute!
Ummm…woodsy…cherry…spicy nose…with a cherry-berry flavor. Its tart unlike the smoothness of the DaVinci Chianti that I enjoyed this past week. It’s a keeper.
It’s called DaVinci Chianti. What a perfect name. It’s got a fruity nose…primarily cherries and blackberries and it is sikly smooth. The only place I get it is at the California Pizza Kitchen. And it cost almost the same for a glass as it does a bottle if I were to get it for home. Hmmm…that’s an idea.