Wearing mix of two outfits, not finished packing and what am I doing , looking for answers, seeking encouragement, knowledge? OK here goes, found lost camera card, fixed internet connection, found password.
Now dearest get off this addictive piece of machinery , pull out the cords and toss it into the suit case, take paints and brush to paint shoes, toothbrush and go.
Your blog world will be here or not, altered , grown, believe me.
I love you all, Au vider insane.
It can happen and what a happy documentary! A motorcycle driver flips his bike over and over and he is rushed to surgery. Brain dead
is the prognosis. Unfortunately he’s placed on life support. The Doctors check their watches and have a debate over the correct amount
of time to wait before the anxious harvesters can snap up the goodies. His Dad is a bit late providing his son with the extra time to come
to his senses, proving that being late is not always a bad thing.
His Mom thought she felt something, right The patient looks down at his body, and says he was yelling but no one heard. When Dad arrived
the man jumped up and asked, Did I miss something? Well, almost.
New post, new sign, she’s stressed, too much to do- happens all the time.
Now it’s photo play, but no way, can she delay, the other 58 blogs she’s intending
And sending out wedding invitations, didn’t Miss Albright mention in her dissertations,the millionaire’s clubs in 46 nations, light headed, a breathless, sensation
It’s all over, tomorrow is the last day, what can Red say, but Miss Albright You’ve got to relay, the fact that these bad boys must go away,and stay,
How long can you live with me, think how much fun to live in a teepee, or by the sea, your little brothers must hang free.
So hanger uppers take a peak, last day prices are very cheap, so many paintings I can’t sleep
thinking they will follow me to my grave.
Once a year,splurge,it’s not too much to pay. It becomes like an old friend, have a great day. Buy one from an artist you adore, or abhor and that you can’t wait to give away.
I’m a singer. Hey I never wanted to be an artist. I’m a singer.
The Unspoken word ? No, this isn’t fair, twice. The surgeon replied ,”You’re right, you are taking up too much time in the operation room.”
Unspoken words, below the conscious surface of my being, create an ever-growing web, tightening around my persona. As an artist I would paint a piece, and wonder is this good, does it need more? why aren’t I’m more confident knowing what a great artist I am. That was last year.
Why because my Mother says it is too busy? Somethings always too busy in her world. The psychiatrist after seeing my painting, changed by diagnosis. I knew I finally did it when that happened. Hooray for my brain. No meds for me, Dr. I ‘ve paid heavily for all these tears and sneers. Plus he is a snob, better tan, no indecision for him , red or blue. wormy green tangerine.
Good theme : Unspoken words . But my submission is gone, and I’ve spent all day getting back in order what was in order. The theme gives me back my freedom as I spit out words for the rapists, thieves, and stranglers, that have passed through my life and special words for Mommy.
tinge I’m up for the challenge. I can draw anything, I can draw everything I can draw. Wait , STOP. See my work first and then compare, your thoughts with mine. to share what I have discovered,in a word or two
1.Words Unspoken: I Love You. Who will say it first and who will respond as they gaze into each other’s eyes,I love you too.
3. Midnight- self explanatory. Two landscapes just fit together so well. In the last few days I realize how terrific this works. well some they of my drawings work
4. Where am I going? she thinks
I WAS GOING TO THE FUTURE OF WEALTH CONFERENCE,in Washington D.C. I made a fabulous painting for Anik and BOB, PRINTS made on heavy paper for $200 and one of my business proposal. Small thanks when I was ready to learn to be a millionaire, to be taught by the greats themselves, ANIK and BOB PROCTOR. but then all this happened and security removed me.
5.The Confrene, A Journey to Wealth by Bob Procter and Anik were having a conference in Washington D. C.abruptly. The first speaker asked were we having fun. Now this is where you are supposed to clap? ended in Washington DC when I was told I was to loud .
All hope was gone, enough. “The Dr. says holding my hand, what should we do?”
What are you asking me for? Give me SCALES AND A TAIL,I’m Moving to Atlantis, new apartments. He glared and said, Your lungs will be perfect. I was really sick of all of this. Thanks Phillip Morris, I hate you.
Top left, You can see me getting a Tail, like a mermaid. See the score on the wall: Dragon Slayer, a Million, the dragon -0
There he was holding two perfect lungs. The surgeon c
at off my tail and put in the kungs. See feet, as I swim through the hole in the rock.Then I awoke in a bed filled with roses and cigarette butts, ha ha funny.
They sent me home after 6 days, it was too quick but no one listened. Alone, but alive I got on the bus and headed for home.
The cockroaches were there to greet me. Oh boy.