My Brother

I need to talk to my brother, Mike. I need his permission to talk about him. I also need him to send me a picture of one of his body ink art/tattoo that cover his body. I have a wonderful story about a miracle. I love my brother and he is a miracle.

Current affairs in my world. Reading "smut"

“ PLEASE DON'T READ THIS, YOU WILL GET KISSED BY THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE ON A SATURDAY, TOMORROW WILL BE THE BEST DAY OF YOUR LIFE BUT YOU HAVE TO.........

sewing a skirt

He lives in my livingroom

"We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make our world."

BUDDHA (c. 563-483BC)

If there was a particular job, relationship, or material that I wanted and did not get, it was not good enough to know that it was not meant to be part of me.

Something better is coming.....I'm excited. I'm glad that patience is a virtue. I seem to have developed the skill of "mindful daydreaming". Waiting for something better means hold on and stay strong and live well, in the meantime. Although, in the meantime I have found a gray hair, a wrinkle and twinkle in my eyes.

Fuck, somedays I just feel tired of being patient with this glossed lip smile.

My first session at nude model drawing class

I saw it differently in my head.
The nude model person was real and naked. Standing with thier hands behind thier head.
I somehow drew the picture blue and had the breasts falling off the body. The person drawing beside me saw what I was doing and retreated from me. I wanted to tell the person that they can't catch bad art and to open thier minds. I was having fun.

My concoction is more like an "Ink Blot". Please tell me what you see.
I see this person as someone who loves thier body and has a healthy respect for it. They appreciate thier body. Floppy boob and all - Missy

Master Herbalist - when I grow up, this is my dream

my head on the table

This is just scraps of paper that sit on my table until I find a place that they belong. Most of these scraps come from my trip to Ireland. My receipts from film festivels, postcards of master works from Pablo Picasso and maps of Ireland (still got lost). I will probably at some point develop a collage from this mess but not yet.

Walking in Ireland, May 2009 - I will always have Belfast

"Leaving on a jet plane and I don't when I will be back again".

All my bags are packed /Im ready to go /Im standin here outside your door /I hate to wake you up to say goodbye/But the dawn is breakin/Its early morn/The taxis waitin/Hes blowin his horn/Already Im so lonesomeI could die/So kiss me and smile for me/Tell me that youll wait for me/Hold me like youll never let me go cause Im leavin on a jet plane/Dont know when Ill be back again/

Oh babe, I hate to go/Theres so many times Ive let you down/So many times Ive played around/I tell you now, they dont mean a thing/Evry place I go, Ill think of you/Evry song I sing, Ill sing for you/When I come back, Ill bring your wedding ring

So kiss me and smile for me/Tell me that youll wait for me/Hold me like youll never let me go cause Im leavin on a jet plane/Dont know when Ill be back again/Oh babe, I hate to go/Now the time has come to leave you/One more time/Let me kiss you/Then close your eyes/Ill be on my way/Dream about the days to come/When I wont have to leave alone/About the times, I wont have to say/Oh, kiss me and smile for me/Tell me that youll wait for me/Hold me like youll never let me go/cause Im leavin on a jet plane/Dont know when Ill be back again/Oh babe, I hate to go/But, Im leavin on a jet plane/Dont know when Ill be back again/Oh babe, I hate to go

Written by John Denver during a lay over at an airport

dreaming in pink

About a boy

I could formulate the man of my dreams. I can see him so clearly that he stands before me. Now what? Here is the boy and who is this girl?
What do I say? What to do? Reality stands before you and action is to be taken? The law of attraction has shown you that it is too late to run. IT has begun. Hearts can change and legs can walk your body away, but where? Where do you go? What do you say?
Nice to meet you? Where have you been? What took you so long?
Then what?
Will I move towards him? Will I play the game of love that is to be enjoyed? Will I go into the unknown parts of heart that make no sense and just enjoy the ride? Will I hunt and have childish fun?
Do I really know what I’m looking for? Is it something that I’m scared to go looking for in myself?
I know what I want and my reality is creating it for me with some unexpected twists. Careful what you wish for. Because before too long a new day is slapping you around to wake up and take part I it. I get what I wish for and I’m wishing for more.
I want to matter. I want to feel important in someone’s life. I want them to smile when they see me and laugh. Talk about adornment.
I’m not looking for ordinary. I’m looking for love. Pure fun love. Rainbow kisses and to hear the music in my soul.

Cupid

"IN MY STATE OF VAGUE EMOTIONAL TORMENT I DECIDED THAT I WANTED TO BE LOVED, AND LOOKED ABOUT ME....I STUDIED MY OWN HEART AND TASTES AND COULD NOT DISCOVER ANY DEFINITE PREFERENCES.

-ADOLPHE

life on my fridge

I look at this concoction every morning when I open the fridge to get milk for my coffee. I smile. I think that this captures my "Essence".

man eating flower who dreams in pink, wears skirts, holds hands, dreams about her future home and cute boys.

Days are scrolls: write on them only what you want remembered.- Bchya Ibn Pakuda