I bet you knew which song I was implying there. The forlorn vocals and searching lyrics filling your mind for a moment, turning your head into a radio. Or not. Makes things easier in this post if you just go along with whatever I say. :) It's been a while. Pull up a chair. I'll catch you up: If you missed the reference, I'm the small town girl who has jumped in the huge pond of Seattle. Headfirst, it feels like. Off of the really high diving board. I love it! Most of the time. I'm surrounded by very talented people, who are very kind to me. I'm pretty damn lucky, actually. But what followed me to the city is this sense of ineptitude. The talent pool is stunning around here! And so intricate, with the many social tide pools and gossip eddies. (had to continue that analogy). And people are BEAUTIFUL around here. Tall, and chiseled, and well-groomed (most of the time). Even the women. This is not hyperbole, there must be something in the water, I swear....
(I've been writer's blocked up. So today will contain the letters B, C, D, and E!) Psst! Hey! Ya you. Let me be your guide to a twisty world Just turn the corner of this craggy rock, point your curser on the eclectic forest Dive in! Cacophonous echolalia, jewels in the mud It’s business as usual here Jobs fly by overhead, some hold gems in their beaks Others have stinging ends. Look here! A fairy offers you transportation on a 2001 magic carpet It has a few miles on it, a little frayed at the ends Check the VIN number before he crabs your wallet! And in the grove wizards are weaving their words Standing on soapboxes Creating hullabaloo One has nailed a wood frame together, slapped a sign “The Wizard is In” Oh dear…do you hear that? The lascivious lizards and nylon-clad nymphs are having an orgy They wave lazily for you to join But if that’s not your thing, I suggest the Personal Pixie She has quite a list of Roy...
April 7 th Caretaker When I was born, into this female body I was told you will take care of others You will love, and give you will smile and always be happy because the world is dark, and you must lift up those around you connect to those around you that is your purpose and I said yes because I wanted to belong, and I signed with blood along the dotted line for 30 years I discovered what that meant and how it would weigh, how the fine print on that promise would go on and on for pages how critical that Authority voice would be, if I chose to be “selfish” this Agreement was my Bootcamp where rebellion was met with harsh words and rigorous punishment broken I was broken down and pasted back together into a mold of a Perfect Lady a Good Girl understanding supportive bright healer welcoming teacher and anything else I would self-flagellate away I was very good at punishing myself My rebel never left, though and her voic...
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