I’m addicted to Michelob lights and Winston 100’s and dancing. I tried to quit smoking, took up chewing Eclipse , and now I’m addicted to that. Smacking, chomping… the instant rush of flavor, and then, the repetitive, soothing, comfort of the gum tucked just so, nashing on it instead of grinding my teeth. Just cut a huge chunk of my thinning hair off, no amount of ice or peanut butter would free the wad of last night’s gum from my morning bed-head. I didn’t care. It was worth it. I fell asleep with mountain air swimming in my lungs, and I slept in peace.I’m addicted to the beach. To the chafing sand, tiny Styrofoam balls of salt , crunching under my feet, clinging to my skin, falling from my hair. To the tired broken shells….washed up finally, from fatigue or fate, waiting in the cheese line….praying to be found, scooped up into a plastic bucket, a pocket, an open palm…..and to finally rest in peace. To the rheumy tide. Tattled on in the Farmer’s Almanac. But not predictable. Don’t ever let her fool you.
I’m addicted to crayons and colored makers and pencils and ink. I’ve collected a thousand colors in as many shapes and still it is not enough. I’m sure I am missing opaque shades of the sky, the skin, the soul…….
I’m addicted to signs. Little nuances that point me in the right way….yellow butterflies, perfect songs, license tags that spell out my fate……and billboards that knock you down and drag you down the wrong road , kicking and screaming, and loving every moment of it…a sunshine charm found in the sand, red wine on sale, the car clock stuck on midnight, hurricanes….. I’m really, really good at twisting them into my own make believe meant-to-be’s….
And I'm addicted to laughter. Something I "cold-turkeyed" a long time ago. Gave up. Just like that. They were good years,I smiled, I nodded, I danced in line. But I didn't laugh. Didn't get the Sunday School Giggles that can't be tucked under your petticoat, the "Yes, Sir, Officer" "No, I was just sneezing, looking for my registration" hiccups...I just smiled....lived...settled. And then I fell out of a hammock, on the perfect day, and started laughing again. And it was perfect. A helium high. Cheap thrills for the soul. A little rock and roll. And damn, I love rock and roll....
I’m addicted to peace and love. And understand I might die before I see them through. But I believe, and for that….
I have passion….
“They have support groups for people like us” he said; stubbing his cigarette into the dirty ashtray,
Laughing…..
and clinking .....
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I'm addicted to a number of things that are great and instantly gratifying in the short term, but rather destructive in the long term . . .
I walk a spiritual path to keep 'em in check . . .
This path provides a slow, easy, gradual gratification that gets better with time . . .
I'm likin' it . . .
Thank you for helping facilitate the justification of my habits...this justification will help my mother sleep more soundly.
Addiction as a literary device. I love it. I'm addicted to writing bad poetry for damn good reasons.
And the whole ending, the conversation framing it all together. So smart.
and you end with a clink,
the title is 'Clink! Tink!'
so, a memory of tink...
poetic maidens
painted with soul...
...tink is a
damn good thing!
clink!
the blue wine
for a blue lady who's sun
was stolen and taken to Detroit
for just a day
see you around, friend
Well, just so you don't end up killing yourself before you are supposed to die...
There's no peace and love in that...
oceans...the little view of your path that has been shared, is a good one, I imagine that you are likin' it...
beerspit....you are so welcome. Give her my love!
eric...well, that's about verbatim how conversations take place around here:) Glad you enjoyed our sun, and ummmm, could you send her back sometime this morning?
scott...gotcha! :)
peace~love, friends
I can't think of something better to be addicted to than laughter. Good for you! Hugs to you for that!
Wow. Buffalo Springfield is playing as I'm typing. I LOVE that song. You have great taste in music. I may have to stick around her until the tune ends. Hope you don't mind. :)
no life is lost on you. you live so fully (write so beautifully!)
so alive!
and toward peace and love; love and peace
always headed in the right direction
"license tags that spell out my fate"
You mean I am not the only one that does this? That believes this?
Cool.
I'm also addicted to the beach and bubble gum. I call gum "rage gum", because it soothes me while I drive in horrid traffic. If only I could ditch the car and follow the butterflies everyday.
The sun should be with you shortly! It ditched us this morning. Talk to you soon, friend.
Glad to know your wonderful language of poetry and feeling.
Peace to you, friend
I think you summed it up very well when you wrote," I have passion." lol
I guess you have to take the good with the bad. Embrace the good bits and work on fixing that which you can fix. No use worrying about that which you cant change! =]
dan...you can hang around as long as you like, the porch light's always on :)
she... it's taken me forever to learn you can't have peace without love, and you sure as hell can't have love without peace, so...
Clink! Here's to the best mixed cocktail ever...Peace and love!
justacoolcat...Oh God, How I wanna do the same.....chase the ellusive yellow butterfly until.....
I'm free!
eric....got it! She's a little fickle lately! Two timing us!
Peace, friend
kate...:)yeah, it's all about the passion, anything less just doesn't seem to count.....
welcome to the porch, and peace, of course!
I am addicted to life, to loving, to dancing under the stars and in the rain.
I am addicted to meeting new people and making a difference, even if for only one person.
I am addicted to BLOGGING and the beautiful friends I have made here.
justrun...Are you kidding me? Girl, we got it going on.....It's my traffic Ouija board!
bardouble...Oh, we are so gonna have fun at support group week!
My goodness, if I had to list my addictions! Like you, laughter is near the top of the list....and for me, it's trees and the natural Earth. No one says addictions have to be a bad thing.
well said, sugar! ;)
I too, have loved the ways of the Michelob's and the cancer sticks. I am wise to their siren song. I can still hear songs that were danced to late into the night beside the campfire.
I have the faintest memories to prove it.
Now, I am out after one glass of red. But I am trying. I am really really trying to get back a slice of that carefreeness that we all need now and then.
I am going upstairs now, to crack a cold one. Tink! To you, Singy.
Blue
xo
Hope you don't mind
two timing she-sunset
let some rays on us
to end another day
up here in lonely D
to the night
and to the light
everybody needs the light
tink
katherine...here's to Mother Earth! What a fine addiction!
savannah....thanks :)
blue...clink! To carefreeness ... and new memories that will forever remain fresh....
eric...If I were her, I'd be a gypsy....dancing in the streets, and sleeping wherever there was peace! So glad she found her way back to you....
Clink!
I'm addicted to people like you and I don't need treatment!
'They have support groups for people like us'
Lol...yes, their called friends (and family, in our case ;)
At brother Curts' now & all went well with the appeal. Yay!
And we too are addicted, to a blog where the wind runs free, inhabited by a fayrie spirit who shall never grow old! Clink to you, and back again, bonny lass.
Some of your posts, like all of them maybe, touch me inside, stirring things up, memories, my head starts nodding, and then a tear seems to form in the corner of my eye. What wonderful gifts you bring with words.
i'm addicted to experimentation, can't stop trying new things. some tell me that will mellow with age.
spongy....hell, ya! None of us need treatment!
slb...you are so very very right! you rock, you little one-man army!
Tink!Clink! To the butterflies!
shrink....the wind has to run free for the butterflies to dance! peace~love
just me...well, we are in sync then, many times your words have "grown me up"...and "taken me back"....
peace beautiful soul
I used to smoke Marlboro and Winstons. Never was one for the beer. Love your playlist!
benjibopper....oh who tells you that? It grows, baby, it grows....
enemy....Don't even get me started on the "I used to" do's! peace!
Robert Plant scares the crap out of me eveytime I open your (bannerless) site...
I succumbed and wrote a few more paragraphs for the antsy ladies...
scott....banner time, baby!
How are you this morning, sweet lady? We got some sun, too, so thank you for sharing her. You are awesome. I read your responses earlier and started to write mine when a nice idea jumped all over me. I posted it just now. Hope it's not too sappy--well, I don't care if it is. I'm glad to write. And i know you like bad poetry as much as I do.
I should have had something yesterday, but you know how things can be. I feel a million years old and I need to pass out.
But I'm glad to type even a small message to you before I have to pass out.
Peace
Hope your as drunk as I am!
eric...silly guy, I love pink flamingos and neon lights....bad poetry is good poetry ....soulful scribblings are art....and today, friend....is a new day, with a new story to tell, and an old one destined to become a sonnet....
I am addicted to passion. I will not settle for love that is just comfortable, I need that. But sometimes it can be too tiring, so I seek comfort in some poetry, I hide in the large volumes of stories that I can read over and over again...
I too am addicted to meeting new friends online, and to blogging!
You are great, girl....
hugs,
I'm addicted to so many things-some not so good but others are-blowing bubbles, playgrounds, playing in the rain and passion. I'm tend to be passionate about everything and everyone I come across.
...then let the sonnets flow like blue wine down parched throats of love's striken children dancing between the lines.
clink!
phaseoutgirl....we should never, ever settle.....it's too empty....too shallow...too gray.
Hoping your year is blessed with peace, if not in yesterday, then tomorrow....
karma....well as you can see we share in the "some not so good", but others......
and as long as we are passionate, we can appreciate them all. Peace
tai...I can't tell you how many times those little glimpses into the things you see has been margarita for my spirits! Here's to hoping yours rise and shine!
Eric....its' Friday, so its clinkety-clink!clink!clink! Between the words, between the lines!
Hey there, sweet sunlight
Love the story of the homes that you chose to bring alive, but it won't let me comment! But you know me...
..I can wait and talk whole lot still. Clinka clink clink in the sun as she kisses us both. You and those you love are some powerful inspiration, friend. It's helping me balance. Now I just need to write some more words on my walls. Peace.
the blaze builds higher in the evening, a column of smoke shifting like the fire god;
we feed the flame with
everything that we are
clink
That was simply beautiful.
Bravo!
You and I share alot of addictions, and by the way you describe somethings you're also an Australian at heart.
I will show you time what I mean ;)
Much <3!
eric....the "homes" were just reincarnated from previous posts on a fly...up and down, and back to where they live, on pages already turned! Glad you got to peek into the windows, though!
Hope your Friday was afire and free!
Saturday morning peace, friend...
Oh Orhan....
I'm an addict at heart, and while we might be on opposite sides of the earth, it's just one world....
and it's a kindred one....
wishing you through this journey....peace~love~
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