They were two beautiful people. Right off the glossy pages of magazines I never read. His hair just just so, matching the square jaw and tiny little cleft chin God had given him. His nails the color of the very, very heart of a conch shell....lacquared by nature. He was tall and I imagined, quite in shape. I could see him only from the waist up, and her from the Magic Bra line up.
Her teeth were mighty whites. Almost shocking. I couldn't help but, well, kind of stare. Her little tongue toyed out from behind her painted lips and traced her upper deck. I imagined she was testing to see if she could feel the flaw of lipstick there. Accidently smeared across her platinum pearls.
She fidgeted.
Her teeth were mighty whites. Almost shocking. I couldn't help but, well, kind of stare. Her little tongue toyed out from behind her painted lips and traced her upper deck. I imagined she was testing to see if she could feel the flaw of lipstick there. Accidently smeared across her platinum pearls.
She fidgeted.
He smiled this huge "I'm not really a Doctor, but I play one in print ads" smile, leaned over the counter, fanning the Patient Sign In list off his imromptu podium and started his speel......
"We're just stopping by this morning to offer you ladies a complimentary day in paradise. Our salon offers solutions to all beauty concerns, an escape from the ordinary, and all in a blissful, all female environment. Our staff is fully licensed and trained and offer the latest in innovative techniques to improve your body and soul. The Perfect Passion offers mud baths, waxings, hair design and coloring, laser and non surgical face and body lifts, passive muscle toning, all in a feminine and friendly environment......"
I smile. Slouch a little more perfectly in my chair. Plop the grafittied cast up on my side of the counter. Chey leans in. Listening. She's always wanted to have her ear fixed, the one with the tear down the center of the lobe, a little reminder that when she was 16 she got in a tiff wearing really, really big hoops.
The "Hi! I just turned 21!" pretty girl to his left fidgets again.... leans in just a little.... and then when he takes the slightest of breaths, she blurts out in a barely-more-than-a-whisper "I just saw Santa Claus" woosh.....
"Ohhhhh....."
"Are you a hippie?"
I smile a little broader.
Handsome one gathers up his glossy print tickets to Paradise, clears his throat, and mutters "You ladies have a nice day" .....
Sheesh......
How do you think they knew?
202 comments:
1 – 200 of 202 Newer› Newest»laughing and falling over- I wish you could see some of my jewelry so similar, and today I went to 5 thrift shops in Lakeland and when I read your blog tonight I realized what /I probably wanted mementos from my past
I could so try and be that dude... (If I weren't such a beer loving hippie...
sandy.....and the past is the present is the future.... (the kids just don't know it yet!:) Thrift shops are the bomb, huh? Love 'em....
Scott....I could so see you trying to be that dude......And ummmmm, not getting away with it! Might be the french manicure on the fingernails thing!
Peace~love...The Perfect Passion!
It must have been the butterfly aura of peace and love that you spread to everyone.
Couldn't be the peace signs within peace signs that cover your cast--a cast that could really be a lone winged boot from a pair, but you don't really need the other if you want to walk on the clouds like you belong there.
Hell, you don't need anything and you do that.
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This post is just awesome, Blue Lady. You write so... Spinning in the himalaya all night good
Our book has to be called "A Thousand Summers Of Love"
Or "Spinning In The Himalaya All Night Good"
Tada!
I got my dedicated broadband, no-mercy internet hook-up, finally.
Lets scribble and clink soon!
Clink! Clink!
Clink!
Yeah! I'm so happy for you!
and I was on The Himalaya
going round and round
and faster
with eyes
kissed closed
by the wind
and the noise
and the dark
and
artificial snow...
and where were you?
In the ticket line....
Talking rock and roll with the
roadie
and letting
little kids
go first....
the siren wails
and you jump
the ramp
ticket-taker taken back
and
the ride
begins
again
snowdrift....
The sticky summer night feel,
sweating on everyone
and everything...
Cool summer-snowdrifting;
the flakes melt intsantly
on our skin.
Snow goddess flaking out
or so we pretend--
a cool summer
that should never
fly south for the winter;
but it does, it's almost gone.
we pretend because snowangels
look nicer than sweatstains,
but not as fun to make.
and summernight never minds
the difference,
since we let the kids go first
and the rest of the night
is ours...
wings and all.
Those poems would be:
Singleton's
"Spinning In The Hymalaya All Night Good"
and
E1313's
"Thousand Summers Of Love"
The title pieces. Great work, SIngleton.
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Maybe the front cover should say one of the titles, and the back cover can be a front cover too, only with a different name on it. That would set us way apart!
Actually, how about "A Thousand Summers' Love" that would be a whole lotta love all in one sweet sweaty season!
That is cute.
Eric.....And now it's morning and quiet again...and I'm flipping through the pages of a rough draft...up and down and inside and out, and
somewhere in the middle
where the stories meet
on the blue lined pages
is the ocean....
and the words blur together
smudged by the sea
until all that's left to
read
is imaginary
and thats
as good
as it
gets
Clink!
Orhan.....muaaah! Thinkin' bout you while you whirlwind through these busy days!
Peace~love Sweet Boys!
Loved your story. It reminds me of a nail boutique that always brought a smile to my face. Their sales pitch was, "For extra ordinary people". Never had the heart to point out the spelling mistake.
Must be your aura beautiful one.
:))
Slainte and Clinks~
Rachelle
Clink!(?)
max-e.... I love it! Did you smile the biggest smile everytime you read that sign? :)
rachelle....Clink ya baby! You mean you can see psychedlic auras? :)
eric..... no ?????? in our time, it's always clink! real time, virtual, or by fate or chance! Clinkity Tinkya baby!
Persichett says...
Ah - I see that dear old doc still gets some interesting people walking through his doors...nothing beats those drug rep days though does is Singleton :)
My Sweet Girl.....OMG! I was just thinkin' about the Stealth Bomber the other day, talkin' about him actually...... And another story....something about a bag of "Kiss my grits" flying through the mail..... God, we used to have fun....How the hell did I ever trip up and end up a patient? We've tried to call you.....phone numbers to no avail....Holler, baby! We miss you! All of us!
hello sunshine hippie lady
it's all you!
how's the army?
Sister...I see I failed to make sure blogger accepted my comments this morning...:( Dope! Words that just weren't meant to be! ;)
Your hippie beads are as magical as you! ILYSVM!
eric...the army is tired! Honestly, it sort of disappeared, and it's ok, heck, they were wonderful youthful souls spending their week-ends basking in our dreams....And when the ring-leader, beer-runner, sing-songer is piled up, propped up, pilled up....maybe they lost their inspiration....which brings us to today....Do it yourself! So today, the little army of two, which grew into three, then four, begged a pre-hung door out of Lowes for 65 bucks (from 219!) and hung it on it's hinges, put two coats of paint on the naked knock down drywall, tiled the entryway, hung the ceiling fan....And then sat back and clinked! when the moon came out to smile at us! Soon......"Gimme Peace" will be home to a friend......
Skinny.... Gawd, I love you. And it never matters if blogger eats your comments because I KNOW, I feel you, hear you And of course, they're magical.....I remember well the night they were born at a kitchen table long ago...
Peace~love totally
You tired now? Do you have the words or magic flowing through your veins.
Eric.... I crashed! Totally! Balancing on one foot painting, tiling, and hauling all day wore my skinny little one out! Magic and all! Here's to a beautiful day, Ma Sun crawled out from behind her lazy covers and is shining already! Peace!
Eric....See you were spray painting the sky last night.....It's beautiful!
how those differentiations make others so uneasy...
"Spinning In The Himalaya All Night Good"
that's my vote
outstanding post! great read! ~s.
This post is just awesome, Blue Lady. You write so... Spinning in the himalaya all night good
Our book has to be called "A Thousand Summers Of Love"
Or "Spinning In The Himalaya All Night Good"
my vote is for the "spinning.." title; but won't matter what you title the book -will be a huge success
Singleton. A beautiful morning to you, my sweet artist friend, architect of care and mercy to those you claim as your own.
Yes, the Drips poem was itching to go next. I'm trying to post more. Only ten last month? That's awful. Diapearing forever is the only other thing left after that.
And I won't do that. I fianlly found my people after thirty years of searching. Some may think I'm exagerating by saying that, but it's the truth. I feel more welcome on these pages than anywhere else in the world.
Laundry time--talk to you later.
btw
She
Thanks for the vote! This is a very inspirational place filled with good people such as yourself. We just need a book and that will be the success.
A book written on wall of this cosmic studio for stronaut artists like myself.
Be well, Singleton, SLB, Kimbies, She, Gillian, Orhan, Drips, Oceans and all the rest.
Talk to you latter, Blue Lady.
Hippies have beautiful souls. Mostly, it shows!
Singleton & Eric
thanks for being you...
also this post strikes me of the different worlds that exists side by side ... is this a divide or something else ...
when i visit you and see 31 comments, i say to myself "ah...singleton and eric are wweaving words again".
back at you too, sweetie!
:)
beerspit....yup:) JSYK your post moved me immensely, I read it, and was flooded with a thousand words and thought, for once, keep quiet. Soak it in. Wait. You struck a chord. Peace, my friend....
she...come a day, a blue night, when the fair comes to town, we're gonna do it! He blows me away with his uncanny prophetic on-the-fly way with words, turning everyday language into art you could stare out for hours....funny, how we've all met, isn't it?
Eric...Your people were waiting on you all along....And now there's an army....Drips is a beautiful, beautiful poem, I loved it in it's beginnings and now, spray painted on your tree house walls, I wonder, if perhaps we need to build you a bigger house, of endless cards, where the walls go on and on.......
David...I hope so! :)
Drips....You're so right, the differences that divide us ...and isn't it the very things we think are different that make us all much the same?....
KJ....busted! We're blabbermouths! It's really a good thing we don't live close to each other, we'd be spray paintin' fences!
Peace~love my friends
Clink! Love, Peace, Tink!
How are you, hiptastic one?
The cardhouse of babel!
That would be apropriate!
The King and Queen's house
of Aces, Jacks,
Deuces and Joker's
You're writing a new one right now, aren't ya?
I'll just dig a few layers back and see what gets whispered.
Eric... I wanted to write last night, to wander and knock on everyone's door, read all the walls and streetsigns....but lemme tell ya, this hippie chic was spent! We made huge progress on the castle in the backyard this week-end...working into the dark both days....(I wonder if the Boss will notice that my cast is covered in paint and drywall?)And I was too damned tired to work it into grafitti! We're hoping to wrap this baby up next week-end and christen it "Gimme Peace" by Sunday!
pssssstttt....we gotta have a porch party, people!
Lol-that's awesome! I always wonder how people can tell-is it my daishikis or the flowers in my hair? ;)
It's all in the tude! Glad you wear it proud! Damn, I wonder what people think of me when the first see me. Hmmmmmm. maybe I should ask next time I'm sitting in a waiting room ...
Glad you commented on that post, it was another vent post again sorry, lol, but that will be my last vent post forever, I can't keep on doing those, lol. :D I don't know I guess i could put it back on, what you think? It really didn't relate with anything on my blog so that's why I took it off, lol, a few people wanted to see what I looked like when I had my long hair and you were the main one who I wanted to see it btw, I just didn't get the chance to tell you before you came on over and saw for yourself, lol. :D
I know I was a cutie pie back then. :D Thanks. Unfortunately my hair isn't that blonde anymore like it used to be. Now it's dirty blonde.
Thanks for the comment, now you know what I looked like when i was a hippie. ;)
Take care now
Mavin
I passed out, too. Saw a movie earlier before I went on line, that Bourne something or other three. It was pretty damn good. I hate seeing a dud at the show.
But I was too tired to even spell right last night. So I waited on my post, even though it's still there, ready to go.
what fun...it is hard to disguise...feel better soon...
blessings, rebecca
karma....meet you in San Francisco, baby! I'll bring the barefoot sandals! (well a pair for you, one for me!) Peace~love little one!
spongy.....you're so damned cute, you just need to smile....No matter what category they put you in, they're gonna love you!
Mavin....well I have two theories on this kinda stuff....one is a temporary post for the really, really, "I might regret this later, but I just have to say it now" stuff and the other is "just hit send, and let it fly"......Sometimes we post for the world at large, and sometimes for ourselves and sometimes you just have to say it! I haven't found the first thing on your porch that needs to be tucked away....and the pics are priceless....let 'em fly, baby!
Eric....yeah, like the world needed a breather.....a moment to exhale....I conked out early and woke up in revelations....dreaming I had discovered how mermaids were born.....
I watched the most magnificent yellow butterfly ever playing on the ocean....fluttering, skinny- dipping, splashing
and then
roaring waves
with beer foam
tossed her
tumbling
sinking
struggling
in underwater circles
and she batted her wings
so heavy now
and heavier
and
I panicked as
her colors
bled from sunshine to frothy green
and I almost lost her
when a little glint of
orange flickered
like a flame under the
salty green surface
and they were golden gills
growing
and her little body became
the mermaid's fins
and her wings folded
to the side
and the colors ran
as the teeny tiny mermaid
emerged
laughing.....
frolicking.....
I woke up imagining the whole process being recorded by National Geographic......The miracle of birth! Peace~love my wild friend
cre8tiva...so nice to see you, Oh, I have to come over and see how the new homestead is coming! Welcome to our sands!
No camera fish eye lens
can capture her sight;
since no hand of man
can hold the substance.
Her miracle birth,
magic from long ago
ethers boiling, roiling
become today's enchantment.
She brings us full circle
to watch life emerge
from new beginning .
To see it plunge inward,
first down, flameward,
then up to rise on high--
Living
Dieing
death
birth
sun
moon
night
day
lay me low to lie
or tear me from my rusting roots
to show me a joy and a step
and how to float and how to fly.
And what we know and what we love
is not just in the struggle
the bruises, burns, and the fight.
It's the big-as-ocean's-sky-picture,
what even the fish-eye cannot see,
that makes the birth of a mermaid something
unique;
a miracle of luck meant to be
a spirit in transition
a soul who's come to peace with
itself,
and all the other bubbles
that dance to the surface
of this one little glimpse
at a unique and glowing
laughing gift of beauty
and
infinity.
Eric....You saw her, didn't you?
Just as clearly as I did.....
What no lens could ever capture...
freedom
giving way
to freedom growing...
yes, you saw her.....
No camera fish eye lens
can capture her sight;
since no hand of man
can hold the substance.
Her miracle birth,
magic from long ago
ethers boiling, roiling
become today's enchantment.
She brings us full circle
to watch life emerge
from new beginning .
To see it plunge inward,
first down, flameward,
then up to rise on high--
Living
Dieing
death
birth
sun
moon
night
day
lay me low to lie
or tear me from my rusting roots
to show me a joy and a few new steps;
how to float and how to fly--
to truthfuly whisper guileful, sly truths,
to hedge only the wrong bets,
to live with the differences
between
what we know and what we love.
is not just in the struggle
the bruises, burns, and the fight.
It's the big-as-ocean's-sky-picture,
what even the fish-eye cannot see,
that makes the birth of a mermaid,
something
unique;
a miracle of luck meant to be--
a laughing spirit in transition,
a soul come to peace with itself,
with it's love and it's role:
a link-me-forever chain
of silver wrought infinity,
like mist, or fine smoke
no man's hand will ever
hold it in place,
or otherwise
keep
you
from
free
You know I saw her, sitting silhouete striken and framed over the gloom. You know it.
---
I'll leave the one up top as a
good draft, since this one, too, isn't a final.
Who knows; we probably have a book already! All these scribblings have parts that could become the next worlds created right here to ponder and imagine. All on the walls unfer fingertip.
How's the foot?
eric....Clink, baby! You got it! You so have it going on.....You hear what I see....You write what I hear.....
The silly little( NOT!) foot is coming along! I sooooooo do not wanna do this again! It's nothing but a mosquito bite in the big picture, but I feel like a puppy chained to a stake in the yard.....
PS...And the good Doc tells me at least two more weeks before I can dance with the CAST ON! And I'm jonesing for barefootin' already!
I wish I was there. I'd dance with you just standing there in the middle of the dance floor, just talking, thinking, smoking, drinking... clink tinking
and singing from the burning
whiskey, vodka, scotch, jaeger, sevens or cap'ns or long island ice teas. My all time favorite.
We'd dance your good foot right off!
slow dancin' to fast songs....
clink!
love it!
Glad your here. I'haven't tlaked to you in a while.
Raisin' my glass right now!
And launchin'the Play Alone....let it rock!
party on the front page,
or
dancing in the shadows
back a few steps up
away from the folks and the bugs
sitting around the fire
drinking ice cold beers.
The crickets sing and mic jaggers screams his heart out...
and everyone knows
it's a porch party
weekend fling
outside
the banjo strummer alligator
says goodnight with a bow;
a few pages back
the craddle rocks
the voices lie down low;
just for us
the world has stopped.
Stand Alone!
I should have known....the porch light blew out days ago...
and I pouted
and fussed
and no light bulbs anywhere
and a wayward
child
just came stragglin' in
and did what I can't do
balanced on the grafittied
coffee table
and screwed in a WD brand 100 watt
and the
porch is
home
again
and we're drinkin' beer
and clankin'
and the music
drifts through
the tattered screen
and we hear it...
if we want to
and when we do
it's always saying that
same wonderful thang...
and the bugs gather at the windows
one lights a glow
a smoke
and we're laughing again
and outside the whole world
was spinning
and everyone saw their own glow
And the fireflies are swarming, lining up in a parade
or that's what we think
and we laugh.....
maybe they think we're their show
Leanin' out the screen door....
lookin' for skinny....
there's a party goin' on.....
open the door
and in walked the hippest
blonde little jeanie
of the 1001 nights
of course they do! Peeping Toms flicking their bics.....for Mick....and the back-up band.....
just watching
waiting
smiling
and lookin'
for leftovers
when we give in
or up
or
feed the birds
they all trip on there
chosen roads like ropes
the way we once did
but the scrapes only taught them
the lovers friends or strangers
everyone runs with a bigger pack
and we all play for the same big crowd.
I found the skinny little genie....running barefoot through the sprinklers....
she doesn't like to listen
as much as learn
but she flies on carpets, sometimes
without
she's skirting through the crowd
makin' her way
to us
lighter held up high
a different color flame
I see
her coming
she always listens
but you're never
sure
and then
she
takes the words and spins
them into tapestries.....
carpets, if you will....
And if rode
carpets in the sky
I'd throw my arms up
as high as my fingers
could reach
and let the butterflies
dance in my tummy
and
goosebumps
would spread like
some woodsy rash
up my legs
until I was giddy
and terrified of heights
and afraid to fall
and then
I'd reach higher.....
or a house of cards.....
sorry! Lost rhythm
you're cheatin' Eric.....:)
and afraid to fall
and then
I'd reach higher.....
Pull down a silver chord from the sky
and climb up to heaven right behind you
we'd spend all day building
a house of cards
painting the walls
spreading out the wiles to all corners
letting the music ride
Hows Eric cheating?
Oh I can't tell, we're playing cards!
Sing posted like mad and what I said was something way back.
She's got it going on and I couldn't keep up!
scooch up to the table SLB.....Joker's wild and it's in the wind....
yeah, cards...
nothing verbose and deep
just wild
free
anything on your mind
the bad will become good
Hmmm... so are you gonna deal me in?
And the porch
light is on
and the wind
is a little
bit wayward,
boys out for a spin
engines soft then loud
then
screeching around the corner
and it's not candlelight here,
so it's ok....
if they
turn up the dust
you're in.....
ante up!
Instead of clubs, I have clovers
awwwwww.......
God I love it when you do that!
four leaf clovers
instead of diamonds
I smile
and try to make friends
with everyone who drinks straight from the bottle
four by four, four leaf clovers
Lol, as long as that bottle is an ice cold beer...
clovers over hearts, stud
the wildone's are out on the town
but a few are hanging around
waiting to see the light
hmmmmm.......
I'm holding.....
she's a blue queen.....
And she's
Cinder
ella
tipping,
straight up
her fella
left town before high noon
now she got herself a new jack
an ace a spade or a ten
really, I should try to drink more often.
Well I can't encourage you
I'd be remiss
but.....
it's a poker
party
and you
really
might
should
Th po-po keeps driving by...
I hate when the po po keeps their fish-eye on me
Damn.....we're gonna get busted
just sittin out on the lazy
screen
swatting flies
and tellin' stories
laughter
wafting
over the fence
everything OK Skinny?
Missed ya lately!
at least they're driving by....
they usually
just park at the end of
the drive-way!
OK, I'm back with one of the two ice, ice cold beers I have & I have a game for us play. Each of us must pick one word...
my word will be 'party'
(to be cont.)
it's a drinking game.
And if nobody sees
us
if we
ain't busted
or told on or
damned,
we'll be in heaven hold
our breath
and nobody will know
who was lauughing
from the dark porch
Lol, at comments....yeah they like to light my house up...
ok my word will be ....
hmmmm.....
hmmmmmm......
maybe I shouldn't have had my two beers.....
my word will be
"butterfly"
and the laughter will echo down the oak lined road
ok we cant get busted, we're playing a game!
Party
Butterfly
eric?
We never get caught
my word will be
Iambic
just kidding
my word will be
love
and the neighbors will peek out the windows....
and they'll want to come, too....
but they're in their jammies
and they think we care
but we don't
ok, go.......
and too bad the patrols out
looking for lovers
instead of haters
Lol, Singleton...in my neighborhood they join you...jammies & pantalonns, gowns & boxers, they are there!
OK
PARTY
BUTTERFLY
LOVE
Anytime anyone of uses these words, we have to drink our beer...peace/LOVE!
Clink!
She's watchin' the watchers......
"All we need is love"
--paul mccartney
Do we all have to drink or just the user or the listener?
Hahahaha...Eric is always so right on the money!
We all drink sister love!
Clink!drink!
Oh, we have to make the other one drink? Help me guys....the last drink game I played was spin the bottle at a party in the 8th grade!
This is ceating!
Love it!
(I mean, we can make up anything to use all the words all the time...
That's a lot of drinking!
you better get another beer, dear!
You said party...we all must drink!
Yeah, I'm over 1/2 way done with my first beer!
welll you started the butterfly effect, with your cheating and all, at the porch party....
Can you feel the love?
I got a card in the mailbox today from the neighbor lady...
spin the bottle, skinny.....
Clink!
Clink!
And what did it say...Cause we're playin cards, too, you know.....
It said 'God Loves You' on the outside
barrrrooompabooompaboomp.....
what did it say on the inside?
The window opened and a butterfly monarch
a princes in royal orange and black
lit in and landed on my love
as she slept on my bed
on my arm
it too, is asleep
but I won't wake my love
or bother the butterfly
but later tonight we'll party
and I'll have to raise a toast
to the butterfly princess
who kissed her in her dreams
for me
She apologized for how she said what she said to me... and then essentially repeated it.
It was a friendly gesture.
clink
clink
clink
clink
clink
clinlpcws
ooops! I dropped the bottle!
damn you girls work fast
skinny.....feel the love....
or fake it! It's all good....just keep doing what you're doing.....
and
clinking!
Clink!
ok here's the new game....
I'm standing at the fence.....
skinny's writing something good, I can tell
woa, fences? Im' too drunk to hop fences
no, I'm just leanin' over......
looking at the weeds...
and
Hmphhhttt...I'll hoist Eric over the fence....and you are standing there...
yup, and I hope he bounces good, and doesn't eat dirt, which never hurt anyone, and then you shimmy over right behind him and we.....
find out it's eleven eleven
and I made it
ate only some grime
smiling drinking beer
and swishing it out
have to wait on him to smoke a cigarette before we.....
hear the frogs croaking as if in a jam session...
and you get the giggles and you're gonna give us away before we....
the bugs play strings, the froggs
sing to the stars about alligator nights
and the long legged lady bug crawl
if we laughed
nobody would here it any way
the night sings to everyone
the loudest to the alone
and you guys are listening to your own little orchestra playin' in the weeds and
I'm hearing
drums.....
Love...
He didn't see her..
He tripped, slipped, dipped through the dewy grass
and there she lay.
Her eyelids shuttered like butterfly wings...
there was a party inside her head...
Clink!
And Eric, you forgot about the neighbors, leaning out windows with hairy chests and beer bellies flying, and they can hear us laughing
and we
have to be quiet
in spite
of the
concert
in
the weeds....
Of course you hear drums...you are a soldier!
and smile three feet thick
bulletproof rocket eyes open
wide
shooting us a glance
party on the back porch
for all who care to dance in the bayou
clink! clink! clink!
now I'm running,
past the old pick up truck
with the key in the ignition
and
the solid vinyl seat
where love
first scooched in close to each other
and
whispered like a butterfly....
"wanna Party?"
Hahaha!!!
Clink!
Clink!
Clink!
clink!
I'm losing count
and you lost your shoes
and I'm right behind
you party gir!
clink!
She scooched so close I felt
her should in my spleen and
her heart against my soul
and all I could think
was about a butterfly dreaming
in the morning light
on porcelien white sink
Hahaha...lost my shoes & almost lost my shirt!
Clink!
Eric!
Can someone please count for me......
I gotta clear this fence
on one good foot
and a butterfly dream!
Clink!
!skinny!
the butterfly said: "We don't wear shirts, either, baby!"
the count is so high
grab it and land on the moon half way back down
listen to the moon rock's song
and tell me latter how it goes
your shirt? WTH happened to your shirt! LOL!
OMG! The moon is rockin and now we're streakin'....
Sister...we coming to your side to party! Stay put beautiful butterfly!
Clink!
in and out of the trees
you never know when we turn up next
but you know we're feeling a breeze...
free
and that felt best of all
feel the love, party on sweet butterflies!
And that felt best!
clink! clink! clink!
Ok, my beers empty. I guess I should at least try to do the taxes which I filed an extension on 5 mos ago...they're due done the 15th...
yikes! spikes!
michelob light!
somebody wake my arm
when my lover and her butterfly
return from slumberland
with a dream about sand
Peace, Love & Party On Butterfly Spirits.
clink.clink.clink!
party on...
a butterfly in love needs no invitation
for she is the party
k
peace~love my partyin' fence hoppers.....
may the circle be unbroken
and
the magic carpet ride
be
wild
and forever......
free
you done for the night, SIng? Or are you still there in the background?
Ride on.....
and
dream.....
Climbing on the magic carpet....
drifting
floating
flying
dreaming
of mermaids
and butterflies
and being
free
peace~love
And circles......
doing figure eights....
dream of sleeping forever
next to a golden butterfly
the music rides on
after we fell over
into it's arms
gold, and flesh and wild night
sweaty glow surounding us
waiting for no tomorrow to dawn
without you
I'll learn to fly
give me on last chance
to let the dream ride
she shrugs off the effort as nothing
she tells us, 'for her, it's easy to fly"
and flutter me, like that, I wish
but I cannot
flutter my arms
but they are not wings as her's
so I use words to reach her
in her sky
And when she dreams,
she listens,
and hears a lullabye...
and the lyrics
are
watercolored
in the sky
a dimestore palette...
primary colors
dripping
mixing
blending
fading
until
they meet the ocean....
When she wakes,
she's drenched in the sunlight and
wearing
pastels.....
...and he thinks
he knows how it feels
to be a god
to see an everycolor
sunrise
on the body of the godess
queen of wings called glory
painted pastel
lady of the ocean sea
he thinks he's lucky to know this
andhe is
glory wings.....
I like that!
Clink ya!
Catchin' up late, huh, butterfly princess?
I just read through everything here and laughed my skinny butt off.
Damn... So much fun--then and now, alone as I am, but feelin' the love.
Hope you did and Skinny did too.
And Kimbies. And Ronnie. and everyone else we know, past, present future.
clink!
I'll clink to that! And jumpin fences and whatever else we went through to get way over here!
Hey there friend,
Wanted to tell you I was thinkin of this fantastic story today. I got a little gastro last night - nothing exciting - just a bit of 'extra toilet time' and needed the day off work. So I went to see the family practitioner. I was dressed like a vagrant, ive got to admit, hadnt shaved, and with my features no one can tell if im from africa, asia or the middle east anyway.
So i popped in to the reception desk and there was a very prim and proper lady about 5ft tall, with a british accent, spectacles and tight 'golden' curls in her hair (When i say gold i mean the kind you buy at the chemist).
I told her my name - and she said 'I will need to see some identification'. I showed her my drivers license and she said 'look you will need to take that out of your wallet sir so i can peruse it' - Peruse it??? lol anyway i tried to take it out but it was stuck - so i said 'sorry but its stuck you'll have to look at it in the wallet itself' - She said "Absolutely not", anyway finally got the license out and then she said i need your medicare card. "Forgot it, sorry " I replied. Then she raised her voice while still managing to keep her lips pursed and said 'the next time you do not bring your medicare card and every instance thereafter you will have to pay full fees!!!" - I said 'I assure you i know that as i am a doctor myself'. As if she had been injected by botox at that very moment her face softened, and with a smile she said "Could i offer you a tissue sir?"
Lol :) Was thinkin of your story.
Lots of love, M
I wonder if there'll ever be an end to discrimination? I hope so.
Love, M
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