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 .
I started smoking at summer camp when I was 12. It was so cool. I looked older and mature. It was hard to stop. You never said they were harmful, just cool.
My Dad used to smoke 1/2 of the cigarette so he wouldn’t get cancer. I smoked the other 1/2 and I got cancer.
Oh dear, I was happily smoking when I heard Mom’s car pull into the driveway. Mom’s home and I needed to toss that butt,fast. I threw it in Dad’s ashtray, which held his half smoked butt collection. Smoldering away, and several hours later, the second floor was filled with smoke.
A call to the fire department led to the question, how did this happen? A infamous shrug and a silent reply.
he first surgery, my Dr. didn’t find it, My feet swell up and it’s painful to walk, after cancer surgery. LUNG surgery and I had quit for 8 years,from smoking Phil. I hate you as much as I hate cigarettes. Four times I posted this and four times I quit and 4 times I went back. Every morning first thing I lit that butt, inhaled deep, yum, and threw it lit into the cabinet, at the back.
Driving to work I watched everyone’s mouth . You! Pull over. Ripping it out of that woman’s mouth, deep into fantasy. I sat on the bus and watched all the smokers smoking.
Help the whole world smoked except for me.
Six patches, three on each arm, I hate you Philip Morris. OOO I’ll beat you. You’re tough but I’ll beat ya’.
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