Handwritten letters translate from the soul...
Subtle Gestures Speak Volumes~ Photographs are beautiful illusions~ Your heart is the only truth...
Sitting pretty in the morning...
mist holding over the water
lavender slips and chain smoke, as a passing ship wavered in the sunrise
I tripped over my feet and curled myself into you...
The sun was a virtue of truth laid out into the abstract absence of reality
my lips warm
holding hands with content bliss
life making it's way into fate...
just a visitor in my world of a picturesque backdrop, I saw you
Dear Vanity Fair
Please stop running stories on Bernie Madoff. First off we get that he was a bad man who ripped off plenty of already filthy rich people in his Ponzi scheme, and we appreciate your part in Karmic justice by running this fucking hilarious photo of him...but also I would like to add, this article you wrote where Eleanor Squillari claimed she knew nothing was going on, is so clearly lying...That being said please move on....
If we just follow the lines of the tram we will find our way...find our way where?.... where are we going?.... I don't know....
Amsterdam customs~
"Are you here for business or pleasure?"
"Oh definitely pleasure"
"welcome to Amsterdam ladies"
London
Punk Rock is alive and well in underground London!!hungover English breakfast, Buckingham Palace, the most lovely day in Kensington gardens...apart from the hangover all is well in the UK...
Beauty and truth invade the moment the night sweeps by like a musical memory
A high mingles with reality
Night collides with conviction
Moon breaks through clouds
A silence floats like a gift in the air
The wind washes over a blue world intertwined purple and grey
Skin to skin
Flesh to flesh
A small glimpse of ectasy
your soul never lying I see you in the sun
Always a divine peaceful creature you are
Lose myself in you tonight
The beauty of closeness
that tangible feeling of love
That radiates throughout the evening
The ocean turns and memories of past loves linger in the sand
we stand merely strangers, connected like soulmates..
Courtship sometimes happens in the middle of the night...
Sunburnt faces~kneesocks~Liquer~Bukowski~Neruda~Guitar~paints~midnight philosophy~Poetry born of secrets~letting go~saying everything~saying nothing~porch confessions~happiness~leaning into a reflection~mourning the dawn~
Sometimes all you get are fleeting moments~of feeling like perhaps for those hours no one else exists in the world, you are still the only one who knew me...
Shake my hand
I would like to take a moment to ponder the fact that when I greet people I shake their hand, I hadn't thought of it at all, it is what I have been taught to do from a very early age. My father said "You look people in the eye and you shake their hand" and so that is what I have always done. But with the last person I actually consciously realized that I do it because she looked down at my hand kind of awkwardly and it was very limp...there are few things creepier than a limp handshake I mean where they almost make an effort to really limp it up and let it hang there...So now I have done away with the handshake. I mean maybe that's always been a little weird anyhow for a young lady to be shaking hands on such an informal island. I don't hug though, I mean I do, if it is someone I know. But I don't do the overprolonged HIPPIE HUG where you just hug and hug people making noises mmmmmm ahhhhhh...in the Papaya's Lot....because I am sorry but that shit doesn't fly with me especially with someone I have just met. I really do like the handshake really but maybe it has gone out, maybe it's not for normal people anymore just gangsta's and businessmen...
Embrace your heritage...
I am pretty sure the genetic gods have it in for me to be a fat short Ukranian woman~this is my future. I truly dig her outfit though...
Things I know to be True
1) you know you have really grown spiritually when you can look back and think, wow that was really fucking stupid of me...
2) The sure way to know when you are over someone is when you have taken them out of the mental masturbation file completely...this usually only happens when you meet someone who is equal to or better at getting you off
3) People will talk shit about you...the person who will do it the most is the one you will spend the rest of your life with, think about all the things you have said your friends about your significant other, yeah now think what they have said about you. His (her) friends know so much more than you are comfortable with, trust me
4) Money I am pretty sure can buy SOME happiness, ask anyone living an impoverished ghetto, anyone starving, anyone living paycheck to paycheck...
5) You will know when you are truly broke when you cut the bottom off of the toothpaste tube and stick your toothbrush in there to get more out
6) Size always matters
7) I think a certain type of people that do the same things~the people who write on bathroom stalls are the same ones that write all those stupid comments on youtube, and use LOL and LFMAO
8) People that are unhappy will try to make you unhappy as well~run from these people!!! you will know because they will give you a little morsel of shitty news about yourself and you will be able to see them finding joy in it...
9) Having kids is not the greatest accomplishment in your life~RAISING your kids well is, on that note I think there should be required IQ tests people should have to take to reproduce, if you don't pass you only get to raise guppies...
10) This one I don't know for sure but it's a theory, the reason we find musicians so incredibly sexy is because they are making the sex face when they play...I only know this because all 4 out of the 5 boyfriends I have had made the same exact faces when playing guitar as when we were doing it~
11) if your boyfriend is too good to be true, it's because he's gay
12) If you have to ask someone, was it good for you? It probably wasn't that good was it:)
13) The worst of all fashion offenses is the thong sticking out of the jeans~Whale tail, well Camel Toe is right up there...I am going go more into depth in this later
14) It never ceases to amaze me how disillusioned people are (that's just an observation)
Generation Fuck me...
Every generation has something it is remembered for. The Civil rights movement, Women's lib, Protesting the Vietnam War... I think this one will be remembered as the self obsessed narcissistic LOOK AT ME! Don't you think I am hot, look at all the photos where I look hot, Don't you want to FUCK me~ generation. As an example I have posted a photo I found in the archives of my Myspace account from so long ago... don't I look...HAWT???:)))) But really as I write this blog~ as I looked over people's random profiles on facebook I thought to myself how unattractive I found the girls in their bedrooms REALLY OVERDOING the SEXPOT PORN face...I mean really? Granted I do have a shitload of photos of myself as well, which is what got me thinking about it in the first place, my self portraits aren't nearly as ahem liberal as some I checked out...I am for beauty I like to look at beautiful people, we all do.. But don't we have something more to say than this about ourselves? If you pick up any magazine like Glamour it will always have the same articles...how to lose 10 pounds fast!!! How to DRIVE your man wild in BED, 20 Secrets to stop aging, Is Plastic Surgery Right for you???? ANd all the trash magazines that we LOVE/HATE~ where famous people are treated like fucking monkeys and there are captions like "They wear street clothes!!" ...I hope that there is still some substance left, that we may be remembered for more...Now excuse me I have to go take some photos of myself...
Tribal
Belly dancing brings me out of my head and into my body; Into every detail, every muscle and movement...I know some people don't get it, or respect it, or they think it is funny. But for me I am serious about belly dancing. And what is more important is that I am happy when I am doing it. For me it is not about being sexy~ doing some sexy dance. It's about rooting down to the core of the feminine. My whole life as long as I can remember I hated my body...and it wasn't until I started dancing that it all made sense to me, where I tapped into something greater. It is something I aspire to~ to dance impeccably where you are taken out of your body and into another state. What makes dancing beautiful is that it appears effortless...as with all things that bring us joy to watch where you feel this deep connection, where the hair stands up on your neck, where you are filled for that moment with elation. Those moments that artists create are filled with hours of endless time and discipline... I know it will be a long time until that day, but for now I am so grateful to dance, to come together as a whole, as women and to connect and intuit each other, to put aside all of our differences and issues and leave them at the door and move as one~that is a beautiful thing...
It was like hiding from the bull in the freight yard, the train had moved past me but I stood motionless waiting at the platform, waiting to get on again and watch the world recede in a beautiful blur...to dangle my feet from the edge, and leave my confessions in those boxes, and take on the world jumping off...yeah I am ready to get back on the train~
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