Tomorrow I will paint my face. I will put on "erase" to white-out the black martini moon under my right eye. And "blush" to blend it all together. I'll be glad that I haven't trimmed my bangs in forever, and they hang in my face and I have to go "poof" to see out through them. Tomorrow, I will wear a mask.
Probably, by Tuesday, I'll bore of it
and just be another
hippie chic
with
a black eye....
and love beads.....
75 comments:
Everybody wears masks but it's rare that people pull them off. Yay for the love beads, I lost mine somewhere along the way.
Just blame it on some dude...
karma...I won't pull it off either! Everybody knows I'm not the Avon Lady! Next time I'm sittin' at the kitchen table makin' beads, I'll send you a set, mine have been hangin around my neck for 19 years now! Peace, girl...
scott...in my world, that so won't fly! I tell...that's what I do....
damn bike!
just the thought of makeup makes my skin itch, sugar...it's too damn hot down here!
i am an injury-ridden kindred soul this time, singleton. even if it looks bad, i hope it doesn't hurt so much.
a bike or a wasp? better than heartbreak any time, right.
actually, better than a hell of a lot of things.
feel better.
:)
Singleton, lady blue.
You are that black eye! You standout from everything and speak with such precise language that could double for so much. The mask as a concept and symbol is always a powerful one. What we won't hide behind!
But really, you hide behind nothing, only a little erase. We should all be that confident, to ackowledge the mask and drop it, just like waking up one day without putting it on.
be well, friend
Clink!
LoL!
"another hippie chic
with
a black eye...
and love beads..." make sure you hold your hand up showing the peace signal!
;)
I really hope your are alright! Just forget that make-up! Things happen. People will think whatever they want.... if you start with the telling of the bike, they will just think 'poor lady, telling a story to cover up ....'
I am notorious for leaving cupboard doors open.... and walking right into them. Serious! So, I am telling you from first hand experience... it happens. People are going to think what they want.
I hope you heal quickly!
mask or no mask.. brightness shine through......love of beads....is making sure of the martini moon is as black... as colorful as your beads...they'll shine trough.
Ohh...now I read of your bike mishap...no wonder you are feeling blue....o.k. blowing you a light kiss on the black eye ...let it heal!
Lol...gravity is making up for the lack of blue eyeshadow in your life;) I'm sure you'll look beautiful & hope you are no longer hurtin'
ILYSVFMS
savannah....I'know, it's blazing hot here. I'd rather be floating!
kj...It's better than a million things! Cheers! To bugs and bikes, wallops and welts!
Eric...Well, your Lady Blue is now your Lady Black and Blue! Clink! To you and your magical words, my friend!
Angela Marie.....:) Oh, I join you in that notorious thing......I am forever tripping over, bonking into, falling out of...... The crazy thing was I was just sitting there! So who'd believe that story anyway! We'll let 'em weave a fancy one!
drips....Thank you for the get-better vibes! Feeling the healing!
SLB...you, little girl, are my sunshine! ps. there was a time, a very long time ago, that I actually did have a thing for blue mascara!
I didn't want to go there with the black and blue, Sing, but you sure did. I'm laughing and smiling and it's way too early! But this is good. You used to love blue mascara? That's better than green mascara--you know, like from the song "Musta got Lost" by J giels band, when he's like, "You look up at her green mascara and say, baby, don't believe the rumors, we were only at the party as friends. Repunzal? No, Reputa. Reputa the beauta, let down that hair so I can climb up to the light of your love..." Green mascara. Never saw it.
My first love always wore blue eyeshadow and mascara. She was such an eighties girl. That was so long ago.
Talk to you soon,
peace in the morning--
Clink! at high noon
that's something you don't see every day.. a hippie with a black eye.. you could just tell people that peace wasn't working out for you! ha!
i wish i could sit you down in the middle of a restaurant
and read the minds of every stranger that sees you:
black n' blue bruise on a pretty face
everyone filling in a story
that reveals their own.
Very cool-Any specific purpose in doing this?
everyone filling in a story
that reveals their own.
I LOVE THESE WORDS!
eric...ha! latest painted lady has the words "rumors" painted over her head like a crooked halo! Like minds must wander alike! And yeah, I still like blue mascara, I just can't be bothered to put it on, and oh yeah, I guess they probably don't even make it anymore!
P~l~I made it home safe, so it's cowboy time~
mindy....right? Cuz we don't do the fussin' and fightin' thing..... IF SLB had just sent me my henna kit, I would have prettied this baby up something big time!
she....some days I just love you! Today would be one of those days! You know I love to do that? Make up lives and stories for perfect strangers!
wreckless.....Cause I'm a wreck, silly guy!
SLB....Amen, amen, amen!
Tai... holding it high, baby, holding it high!
Peace, love, and man do I have some sultry eyes.......
clink!
Singleton, you enjoy your cowboys, since you so richly deserve them.
And glad you liked that poem, it really was something wasn't it? She's an awesome friend/aquaintance who has been reading my blog since week one or two. Se asked for a poem, and it took awhile until it clicked. I can't do one on demand, just like you Sing. I can, but it's going to be my own thing. The poem I wrote her really was good, wasn't it? I was happy enough to post it.
How are you feeling black and blue lady? Are you home this evening? Who knows, I'm totally in a writing mood now. Somethings gotta give. I'll be reading your archives until I know the answer.
After a quick toke... and a shot of vodka. Thanks for being you, Singleton. Tributes and poetry and songs and ideas... That's me being myself and I feel more welcome to be myself than ever.
I feel free
clink!
Sing! Clink clink!
Eric.....toke on bro! and write baby write! Yes, I loved it and while I don't know Crashie.... I know it was exactly as she is!
Clink! Clunk!
and you are more welcome to be yourself.....free....
I am so free, baby!
I just wrote you a letter. Now I need to toke.
Eric...You blow me away! Haley and I are clinking right now to you! Actually, she's clunking, that's the sound she says her wine glass makes.....
peace, love, Tokes.....
Black and Blue
You know it. Drove by my sister Kristen's for a sec. She's always awake so I fly by their before midnight and say hi while she watches the simpsons or southpark or something. Just a half mile away, so why not? Familly is all we have, you know it too. I stay close as I can with her.
Black and blue
all the way
through
the whole night long by highway,
miles
are all signs marking the
the sides bythe golden rod and tires
with food and beer
lodging, gas, billboards, some telling
me the better places to be
others
telling me the next shitshingle
is only fifteen more miles!
and that sounds better than
any fast food or coffin bedroom
at the motel six,
any kind of sad place to find
myself alone
black and blue
in a bottle
drifting
I'm passing the shitshingle now;
The world's finest
spot behind me in the mirror
I ate the miles
I live on broken yellow painted lines,
falling rocks and exhaust fumes
black and blue the night through
a curve with the headlights off
over death valley
black and blue
the cars stalls and I walk
before the sun comes up
But really I'm with you
black and blue
the whole night through
Not bad for thirty five minutes of intense typing and thought.
You did good tonight, Singleton.
black and blue
it's really all you!
clink
I absolutely love the photograph.
Eric....you get me everytime.....
"I live on broken yellow painted lines,
falling rocks and exhaust fumes
black and blue the night through
a curve with the headlights off
over death valley
black and blue
the cars stalls and I walk
before the sun comes up
But really I'm with you
black and blue
the whole night through "
I live there, too.....
spraypainting huge words on
broken yellow painted lines...
p~l and letters found on the curb
Orhan.....That painted lady with her rheumy eyes is another story for the beach. She lives in my living room, "The reincarnation of Robbie Riley"..... (inspired by a woman whose impact was huge, love story to Robbie on Skinny's pages!)
Much peace and love
the sad thing is, that tomorrow comes, and the plans for tomorrow will be postponed til "tomorrow".
Carpe diem my friend :)
Thank you so much for the inspiring words @ Crashed Site. Blogg you later :)
Cheers
Oh, you poor gal. You'll pull it off, though- in every sense. :)
Damn. Guess you can teach an old hippie new tricks! Just kidding!
Sorry that you fell from your chariot! Hope you heal fast and hey just think of it was Halloween in July!
Lol...sister! I see you and Eric were partying again last night! Much Fun! Beautiful broken lines...forming a circle, a trail, a path... xoxox
I hope it's a technicolor dream mask!
crash...you are so right, and tomorrow came..... and will again...
Oh yeah, and I didn't wear the mask!
justrun...it's all good! I'm a natural clutz, so it's not the first time I've paraded around in black and blues!
spongy....you little bug, you had to weezle that "old" in there, uh, huh, I saw that! And that's what gets me in trouble most of the time....ta! dah! new tricks! Peace~love~and keep sendin' postcards, baby!
slb......
Clink! ILYSVVFM
Suchacoolcat...
It's always technicolor!
Tink! Clink!
Here's another. Hope you're home
hope you feel better.
in black and blue
technicolor glory
saving
the best for first,
and for last...
and between
Are you out there,
butterfly amplifier?
Are you on eleven?
say what?
You know one voice
and it's telling
you the rumors--
unique names for any
techincolor nightmare
that falls from heaven
It's just drama!
you know her way too well
You never know her name
until you spell it
Because it's all poetry,
technicolor dreams...
with subtitles
black and blue
technicolor
butterflies at eleven
that was what she said
and she went to the beach
telling stories today
in shadow and light
Clink?
eric.... "that was what she said and she went to the beach telling stories today in shadow and light"
and she's at eleven, twelve and one......
the last,
the first,
the moment
time slipped up,
straight up,
on the rocks,
and called her name
clink!
Phenonmenal! Tack that straight onto the back and acall it a collaborative effort.
Rock on!
Clink!
gimmie a second to make it all perfect! We'll call it whatever you guys want to. Maybe Skinny knows something.
Peace, Singleton!
Did you read the Bukowski poem at Skinny's? That's my favorite poem of all time. I totally try to copy it's attitude in my writing about love and loss and all that stuff.
Clink
yes, I finally did crawl the pages for what I missed and it's awesome, I can understand why it grabbed you so....
I love the rain of words....
black and blue goodbye;
technicolor glory
saving
the best for first,
and for last...
and between.
Are you out there,
butterfly amplifier?
Are you on eleven?
say what?
You know one voice
and it's telling
you the rumors--
unique names for any
techincolor nightmare
that falls from heaven
It's just drama!
you know her way too well
You never know her name
until you spell it
Because it's all poetry,
technicolor dreams...
with subtitles
black and blue
technicolor
butterflies at eleven
that was what she said
and she went to the beach
telling stories today
in shadow and light...
she's at eleven,
twelve and one......
the last,
the first,
the moment
time slipped up,
straight up,
on the rocks,
and call her name--
a wave crashing the sand;
mermaids
are named these things
Ou ho! It changeas point of view! Give me a second.
k.....I'm coloring......
black and blue goodbye;
technicolor glory
saving
the best for first,
and for last...
and between.
Is she out there,
butterfly amplifier?
is she on eleven?
say what?
She knows only one voice
and it's feeding her
every sweet rumor--
unique names for any
techincolor nightmare
that falls from heaven
but looks like its from
south of that holy place
It's just drama, raining
She knows her far too well
to let that story toll
Lightning tongue she is--
You never know her name,
not until she spells it
Because it's all poetry,
technicolor dreams...
with her own subtitles
Black and blue
technicolor
butterflies at eleven--
exactly what she said
before she went to the beach
telling stories today
in shadow and light...
she's at eleven,
twelve and one......
the last,
the first,
the moment
time slips up,
straight up,
on the rocks,
and call her name--
a wave crashing the sands
black and blue,
to a million fine dreams;
mermaids
are named these things.
it's all good, keep going.....
perfect!
.....k
clink!
I'll be here or right back.
Goin' nowhere but imagineland tonight!
check your inbox!
clink!
Perfect!
I think she's beautiful!
I would love a kick ass pan american hippie simulcast. That would be awesome! I almost would like to post her with this poem. The unfinished, while you put the finished here and at justgivemepeace. We would have different poems, too. Or not. I don't care! I'm just happy!
Or I could do the finished beauty. That would be nicer. I'll post something silly in the mean time. EIther way, it's a good idea
funny though the things already on her page....that you've stumbled on.....so I won't tell you where she's gone while you were writing....her tides are high
she'll be there on 11.....
exactly what she said.....
the whole story....
so beautiful...
and at peace! I just saw blue haired damaged beauty. You could become famous with her! She's amazing.
oh my god you snuck her into there. I saw and wrote on the walls.
You're too much...
and not enough!
another contradiction.
clink!
clink! She's on her way....an underwater dance,to the black and blue lyrics, straight up, on the rocks!
that's it! Show's over. Beautifull!
Hey, can't wait to see this lady on the eleven.
And thanks for the input: I solved it! I made the part that changed points of view into rembering...
Remember:
awesom. Thanks for the input.
clink
black and blue goodbye;
technicolor glory
saving
the best for first,
for last...
and between.
Are you out there,
butterfly amplifier?
are you the on eleven?
say what?
You know only one voice
and it's feeding you
every sweet rumor--
unique names for any
techincolor nightmare
that falls from heaven
It's just drama, raining
You know her far too well
to let that story toll true
Because it's all poetry,
technicolor dreams...
with your own subtitles
Black and blue
technicolor
butterflies at eleven--
exactly what you said
I remember:
before she went to the beach
telling stories today
in shadow and light...
she's at eleven,
twelve and one......
the last,
the first,
the moment
time slips up,
straight up,
on the rocks,
call her name--listen
a wave crashing the sands
to a million fine dreams;
mermaids
are named these things
I can't wait to se her! There was no attachment on the email
She's unattached!
ubattached rumors!
Awesome!
damn you rock! we did it! I love it!
I started to highlight and comment and can't, I fn love it! All of it! Perfect!
you didnt get her! k, here we go again!
what should I call it? The poem? Any advice?
I'll be reading skinny's post.
rumors...
on the rocks...
as crashie would say...
kaboom!
you'll know what to call it, when it flies....
you'll know....
peace, on the rocks, my friend
You should have listened when I told you to leave the training wheels on!
spongy.....God, I'm so glad to see you.... Miss you man! And yeah, I always, shoulda listened....
Us addicts have to stick together ... or the "others" will take us over and make us live in THEIR reality!
Sing! I'm going to start my post at 11:11 so she's got good numbers, at least by blogger count.
talk to you soon.
I'm there, Sing.
Your lady is beautiful!
Hope you didn't print yet. I re-did something important to name it. I think you'll love it!
night, Singleton
it's been real.
so much written
a thousand layers deep...
I do hope I get to take something like that home with me.
spongy.....LOL! I'm right here, beside you, behind you, or leading the way! p~l~sweet addictions
eric....I got swept off the porch and woke up this morning to every new layer....I love it! Wild what we can come up with just clinking and thinking and drinking, huh?
p~l~color between the lines
orhan....Souveniers for the soul! You better bring a big beach bag! p~l~mornin' my friend
Post a photo of your camoflaged eye, we'd like to see you in your love-beads..
shrink! ha! camoflouged it was! It went from black and blue to brown and yellow! And sorry, I'm not posing for any pictures that might go down in history as "Is this a mug shot?"
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