Thats it I am officaily charging admission from this point forward to my life and my home. There will be release forms available at the door. I will not be held responsible for unexplained damage done to such image capturing devices. Some exclaim Witch, with my touch. Some worldly business men find themselves uncontrollably drawn to don one of the colorful magic wigs found at the Mistress of Whimseys Palace of Wonder. Finding themselves tranformed into darling divas at first glance of themselves in the mirror, wondering why they had never worn a platinum beehive wig before, such a pretty girl they have become. Others found their mommie in my arms, and became deeply angry when it was not a mutual love match, then I have been called a bad Buddhist, for ending their one sided bound. Others found their first touch with the enegetic love practices of the Taoists addicting. But one offered tutoring so they could do it for themselves they decline, one came back post break up and asked if I could teach him that thing. More than one PHD has entered, with the mind that finds comfort in lists and columns. Great comfort the qualifying and quantifying. I watch their dicomfort as their mind and eyes, try to put me into measurable category. The get very unsettled and often angry, when I do not fit into with ease into a boring chart, explaining that one should not embrace chaos. Some have found me more entertaining than People magazine, while others not so slyly hoped for introductions into secret societies or subterranean costumed dream worlds or elegant mansions that you enter one day and leave three days later leaving having been loved inside and out, renewing your faith in humanity. These people are my friends and no, there is no ticket for sale here, veiwing their lifestyles comes from trust built over time. Others have gentle nervous systems, and both parties get tired, That leads me to today. Pooped and as Winter approaches, the carnival will be closed for repairs, The Cyclone ride needs fresh paint. The Merry Go Round has splinters, The Karmic House of Mirrors, may not reopen again, the Proprietress sends her regrets, but, the janitor threatened quit if he had to clean it up one more time. And yes next year, all passengers will keep their hands inside the cart, I warned you before you got on the ride, That yes, the the clowns bite !. Welcome to my dating life, just in case you ever wondered....not that you did. Thank-you FaceBook once again for offering a free platform, just about anybody to say anything.......and dear lord, I just did. Excuse the typos......and much love to everybody that is my friend, and celabrates me for being me, no questions asked.
Posted on: Tue, 02 Dec 2014 04:54:16 +0000
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