<$Saturday, May 12, 2007$>
Screaming for Myself
The honeymoon is over. I'm doing the goose step again. Trying to impress my nazi masters. They are all the same...this I know. The only difference is the money. Well, the money and the rats. Now there are no rats gnawing at my bookshelves while I work. So I step it out in my bizarre cat costume. Singing and dancing. Yes my new boss stares at my breasts. I cross my arms over my chest when he's around, it makes him look me in the eye. So I'm still dancing the dance and shaking my ass. But now I am sure that I hate the dance no matter where I do it. But today is a sunny Saturday and I've better things to do than sit here and scream for myself. Painting class this afternoon. Jose Cura this morning. All the while in the back of my mind, I'm hammering together a plan to leave the cabaret life forever. In the meantime...... "Welcome to the Cabaret" my old friends welcome to cabaret. |
<$Thursday, May 10, 2007$>
There is nothing left....
There is nothing left but madness and death. Beauty is broken and ground to dust. Fear and bruises, tiny crushed bits. Let the madness come, if that way lies freedom, if that way lies light. In the dark I sit, the death card drawn and laying silent in my hand. The High Priestess backs him up. The whirlwind has yet to begin. Die to the old way of life, let the past fall away. Shed want and lack. Be arrayed like the lillies of the field that neither spin nor toil, that are here one day and on the fire the next. Turning, turning, in the wheel of life. |
<$Wednesday, May 09, 2007$>
A uniform man?
A uniform man in uniform? Who does he believe he is? Who would I believe he is? If the pain in every nerve of my body would burn down to an ember, stop crackling like a brush fire consuming dry tinder...... But there is no sense in trying to make sense..... You know who you are...whether you know it or not. You know where you are...whether I know it or not. Bring the magic. I summon you. This half-note. This full-note pause. Where I should catch my breath, is twisting the spark or life out of me. Whistle if you can hear me! Give me hope that you are on your way..traversing the dark road through the mountains, looking for the lights of my home. Whistle if you can hear me! Give me hope that you are real. |
<$Tuesday, May 08, 2007$>
Shiny, shiny
Do you like the pink and blue? Who knows...I may change the colors again tonight. The new laptop bit the dust in 3 days. So back it goes. The old laptop "pops off" frequently. I've got a cold 5 pack of Schlitz in the fridge and they are screaming my name. I need my art studio up and running. This week I meet the manager who assigns the work on this digital plantation. We'll see what happens. I've heard he can be difficult. So what's new? Starting the search for my home at the beach. Listed my lot in VA for sale. I'm moving to Tybee island when I retire. Now I just have to decide how and when to make that happen. Had strange dreams about snogging Bobby Flay last night. Time to let up on the nerve tonic. Bobby Flay I'd rather have Alton Brown or Terrence Mann. (No disrespect to Bobby or those gentlemen..but if my subconcious is going to steal men from real life...I want it to pick someone I'd like to experience!) Well cuz. Drop me a line or phone. Probably won't be online due to technical difficulties. |