She's....... back!Friday the 13th!
Yeah baby!
You don't scare me spooky little day. With all your hype and legendary Hollywood hoo-hah! I don't have Triskaidekaphobia, or paraskavedekatriphobia, or friggatriskaidekaphobia! Hell I don't even have Friday-what-if-I-don't-get-paidaphobia!
So in honor of this horrid little day, when the perfect thing to do would be to pile into a really big Belair and head to the drive-ins with a cooler of beer, and watch B-rated flicks, but we can't....because they closed them all down and turned them into creepy little Walmarts.....
I say, let's just party!
Oh yeah, and remember the ghost of Friday the 13th past.....
May she rest in peace, that wild-headed child!
85 comments:
Give me a minute to get home, hippie lady! I'm at the college library puting my blog on the favorites menu on every computer I see! Advertising is awesome, especially when it's free!
I love this pic
I'm home! And waiting on the back porch, reading poetry and sippin' down some 7 and 7.
hey wild one! Skinny's gonna throw the next bash, she's settin' it all up, I'm thinkin' for Sunday! You game or makin' deliveries for then?
I doubt it about the deliveries. I thought you meant now. You should have seen me jumping over desks and book stacks tryin to get home to party!
Love this post.
LOL!
Just popped a cowboy!
I just poured myself a cold number, too.
In honor of thursday the 12th.
clink
Clinkety Tink to that, my man! It's been a....well, one of those......weeks! I am so lookin' forward to kissin' this one good-bye.....Thought the 13th sounded like a good place to begin!
skinny put one of those chatter boxes on the patio, so we don't have to jump through security gates to go with the flow..... I'll probably have to be talked through learning the lingo!
OK, i know what you mean. I thought about getting rid of letter verification, too. I don't even know why I enabled it. Oh yeah, to cut down on frivolous crap messages.
But now I like that...
You skipping around on other pages too? I have three tabs open!
clink!
Spam! kaboom!
Half the time I get it wrong anyway, takes me three tries to read and write the letters right!
I know it. I hate that. sometimes I end up editing my response with "damn word thingy" sentence at the end.
Orhan Khan is a good writer. I have his page open.
He's a love. And we're hoping he'll join us at the skinny little patio!
I know how that is. He's a day ahead of us in the outback. I have a couple readers from there.
I love that. I have readers! yay!
"build a baseball field, and they'll come".....
and you're doing that! You're stuff needs to be read, to be shared....
Thanks. I got worried about scaring people off the other day, with all the hell that broke loose. Thank you for your kindness, and the poem--and the peace!
Clink!
how's your painted ladies doing?
Oh, hell is a good thing, Reminds you how very very good heaven feels!
And somehow, in the end, peace wins.....
I hated to leave the latest one this morning, her give-birth-to-me face, coming to life in the early sun....
I don't know where she's going, but I'm feeling "Five"......I don't know why at all....she just keeps taking me there....
Peace won, big time.
Blue lady speaking to me of heaven,
the flames sizzle around me, and fall low as I keep ascending,
rising above the ash and landscape
Something big with five
five fingers
five toes
five golden rings
and five
secrets for you to tell
and me to know
And there's no stopping
now
fireball in the sky
rolling
tumbling
an almost crash
hold onto the fireball's tail
you are learning fast
how to roll
with it
unwind,
how to spin everything
for the eyes of ocean,
a sunset, a kaleidescope view
It's the tilt-a-whirl
spinning
over the waves
and the
safety bar
has vanished,
fish-food for the soul
2 blues for cut-off coming your way and they told me it takes 2 weeks...my return address is incorrect... hope you can understand
have a good 13th...
Watch her crash the shores
burning through the sky
with a trail five times five
times blue
It's the waves that sing so fine
we live and die
by her pulse quickening flight
her swan dive down
a perfect ten for two
five and sexy five
Drips.....why is your return address incorrect? How are we ever gonna send you trinkets and painted beer bottle caps? But, if it is what it is, then you'll find them here, painted on the pages....
and peace my friend....
the numbers don't lie
unless we say so
eric...ooops! That was skinny on the phone! She'll be here in about twenty :)
liars line the wall
numbers falling
from their pockets
upside down
I wonder
awesome! Just a little teensy weensy party...
I'm still only a little buzzed
I'll pour a drink and smoke one...
cigarette, of course!
of course, it's happy hour!
how far down
everything will go
the earth below is silent
but hollow
we live at the center
of the blazing pinwheel
nevermore
always
spinning
twelve-fold aluminum plated death
smiled at me through teeth
like piano keys...
(I have to run to the store, be back in five or ten)
cats walking on the keys
banging out my song
a trompe le~oil
in noise...
(I had one seven but was out of the second seven!)
I dance to the tune
of the scampering paws
the hues of a master
paint me what you like
i like to scribble
and I like to splash
and I like
to spill
it all on the page
fingerpaint
twister
on
the floor
and we dance in the colors
with dirty little feet
and
...every time we roll and roll
i remember you that first time
the tail of a fireball in hand
earthbound with grave glee
to your canvas
a crash;
twist me
paint me
make me a work of art
dirty feet and all
rock, paper, scissors,
I throw it in the fire...
and the flames are
tethered here....
and I
sometimes
call it art....
You can call what you will...
but i still call it scribbling
and
you can even call it overspill
when it trapses through my hearts door
and colors my souls' concrete floor
and the footprints are cold
and
the floor is gray
...its always chance
that rides my shoulders
through creation
the flames create
smoke signals
and they are answered
on the impartial horrizon
another voice calling
for me
the walls lean in & the window is twisted
I got so much from you already that I do not think you know...you have open the door of magic through your words....trinkets, beer bottle, butterflies and all...I ask nothing of return form you!
your blog is the kindest gift to human kind...keep posting & I'll see stars & heaven alike and i thank you for that..
but you see me still
making smoke
she paints the sky golden
and you put the picture
in picture window
drips....the yellow butterfly....may she always be free! Remember that.....
Drips of paint running up the wall
colorful butterflies never fall
cold grey concrete taking it in
watching the children play again
smoke rings floating.....a thousand miles...
and they become the universe, a ring around my finger....
murky water
I'm leaving it now
peace, child.
I'm going home.
but it will be there
always in the past
my footprints muddy
on her soul carpet
the floor we love
to paint and twist
open the windows, however twisted
and let the wild breeze in
listen & you will hear the sound
of paint
it lives freer than we
..even whe dry
telling stories
to the story teller's child
a beautiful lady
keeping you waiting
...she smiles the
coup de grace
it falls;
we three
look into familliar eyes
the paint runs up and back down
you knew that would happen
it's your gift to the world
was it something I said?
grab your chair, and the 7, moving to skinnys.... come on over...smoke rings
It's been cool on the shady back porch
...maybe things will catch flame on the patio of peace and love
we're trying out the new machine.....
Creepy little Walmarts alright. Where no one knows where anything is and you spend $200 bucks and leave to get home and find the one f'n thing you went there for you darn tootin well forgot!!!!
Oh well. Yes, Friday the 13th is no biggie. Same as every other day.
I have WalMart phobia!
xo
Blue
blue....
ewwww! I couldn't be with you more! That place just gives me the jitters, heebie jeebies, creeps.....and all those people with those carts filled to the top with....plastic things! For the most part, I'd rather just go without!
peace girl, this is it, the 13th, Enjoy!
Tink!
ILYSVMS
Friday the 13th is great, a little like magic. Maybe my friend and I can curl up tonight with some B movies or more likely D movies-we have a knack and tradition of finding the best of those!
I am all for using it as a reason to party... just like all the other days. :)
Above ground and breathing? Sweet! Party!
There definately IS too much plastic in the world. Way too disposable. I think less is more too.
xo
There isn't a better excuse then today to party! Rock on and dear not oh Mighty Hippie Woman!
13.. she's always been lucky for me.
always me stops me when we enter a tall building and they've skipped right past the 13th floor
"it goes 12, then 14, mommy... how come?"
and so i tell them an abbreviated version of the history
ask them to maybe turn things around if they become architects
"if you ever build a hotel, do me a favor okay. not only do i want you to have a 13th floor, and room 13, and room 1313...
but charge a higher price for it too because it's so special."
great post/fun comments
"cheers!"
I came for the poetry, but stayed for the party.
happy 13th...my lucky day...blessings, rebecca
Cool----when I got here there were 69 comments. SIXTY-NINER, BABY!!!! WOO-HOO!!!!
Now it's 70. Boring. Dang.
Just wanted to say hi, Single-2K-lbs.
karma....well, the night-time is near, here's to hopin' "its a little like magic"!
justrun..."Above ground and breathing? Sweet! Party!"...:)We should make a list on the 10 million reasons to party!
blue...plastic makes me craaaazzzy! well, all, but my blue vinyl pool!
spongy.......yeah, baby, gonna rock!
suchacoolcat.... ;) good one!
cre8tiva....I hope it's everyone's lucky day~!
gawpo....well, im #72! and damn proud of it!
Peace, love, and let the 13s roll guys!
she.....yeah, why do they skip all that? I mean how much fun would that be? The 13th floor of a haunted little hotel! Whew! Yeah, I would do it! :)
73 comments? ohmygod, singleton, i'm on overload already! i havent' looked at them yet, but i'm guessing mr eric has some prose and poetry to add to the brew.
i am not affected by friday the 13th. the fact that i have a wasp-stung arm that looks like a sausage has nothing to do with it.
have a great weekend.
:)
Singleton! You have to reread it!
I edited the bejezuz out of it! Comment again! We'll party at my place sometime
clink clink!
And best vibes for your sweet art. And to your beautiful fam on this thirteenth day of beauty of this month. Talk to ya some time soon. Peace wins again. Clink tink
Another day, another number . . .
What day is this in the Mayan calendar? Ancient Egyptian? Chinese? Norse?
Sun came up, sun went down . . .
A good day to die, a good day to live . . .
Namaste, my sister . . .
I love the Friday-what-if-I-don't-get-paidaphobia!
Tink!
tink! clinky!
kj....Owwwww! I'm allergic to those babies, too! Here's to hoping Benadryl does her magic!
Oceans....a good day! Cheers, to peace, and wisdom...
diesel....Well, I'm a little full of big talk! I do suffer from that one, but it won't kick in for a few more days!
slb... I soooooo wish you were here! And we get could our days and nights mixed up and the Ocean would be our only Chaperone!
eric...I'll clink to that! I wandered by late last night and read the subtle changes, and the punch line, hidden before, casting long shadows now.....
Clinkity Tink! Peace and Saturday Sun.....
Cool. Thanks for the inspiration yourself, lady blue daze in the glow. It's stormy weather here and I'm still looking for a job and going to check the doctors for word of blood, and try to solve everything else. It sounds like our weeks were a lot alike from what you said.
And redwine river flowed beautifully by the burning blue gumtrees at the patio, and now rare for you. But that's good. We need you awake, Singleton! You are your own world! Talk to you all soon!
Gotta
...go! hah. almost left ya hangin'.
p~l
Eric......Wishing you luck with all you're chasing after this Saturday! Since I woke up "an accident waiting to happen" today....I think I'm going to sit very quietly and still......
And oh yeah, Beer time will come early!
p~l~and I'm writing on the walls!
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