Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

The Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
Made me laugh last night. He made this observation about a single woman and if she's alarmed of a fire in the house, she'll run to where it is she hides her valuables. In the particular case it was a foolish photo.

Anyway, it started a big black train of a train running through my mind as I went to sleep, thinking that the 'he' disappears in order to get my panic, and when he has my attentions from that, then I'll tell all I keep well in hiding. Ha Ha the mutt, is what I thought as I closed my eyes. Taking up all my little secret thoughts and chirps.

Either i just sit quiet or i go on full display... seems the middle ground don't suit ya know. don't care much for the Goldilocks route - ya know the "just right" thing and that's always in the middle. I figure ya get as close to comfortable as ya can and you'll be lucky to find that much most times...hey I forgot part of your dream yesterday and i remembered it at work tonight and I went O No! - the teeth going into the back of your head - good thing your warrior savior showed up because the teeth thing was gonna eat your brains...
'Nite, Doll.

Here's the tunes I got going on in my car...


ppp

i ain't listenin' to no songs in my car 'cause Nancy's got my Jeep at work so i listened to the songs you was listenin' to and i can't forget to put the garbage out 'cause i forgot it last week and i'm short-leased this moment on any get out of jail free cards and the sun is out and there's frost on the ground what defies the sun and...now i got this song goin' 'round in my head like horses at the track...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wMYjTWbU76k

Keeping it hopping,
here's my favorite cause it reminds me of me


Off topic.
I know I mentioned before, but I was just thinking of it again...
it's about taking up another soul so much so within me
that they make it on the steps of my Jacob's ladder. I remember the loves of my children, a few of my friends and family and they were on my steps back then. I was given another opportunity, but I can't forget about the ladder and I can't stop wanting to know who are the ones I might pick up with my heart, then keep them with me. Even if I'm all alone, I'll still meet them on the stairs and my heart will just beat, beat with feel good.

Hey I'm gonna stick a wingtip into the wind and wheel on it with this one :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TzTNUMiMIsU

so...how much do you know about your fingerprints? I mean would you be able to pick them out of a crowd - or a lineup? Naw, me neither, but I got to thinkin' 'bout this at work tonight. Don't take much to get ya lookin' at the world different.

whoever is supposed to be on your ladder will be on your ladder and i'm sure it will all be a big surprise.

We all have things and those we want to keep with us.

'Nite, Doll

I should examine my fingerprints.
That's very Sherlock Holmes of you, and it also reminds me of the recent read where she switched the babies at six months old and her child could grow up in wealth. She'd not the knowledge of his expertise with noticing prints and he'd that collection of prints from everyone in town.

I feel dreamy.
Happy Thanksgiving. I'm thankful for my friendships.


and

I'm watching this now.

Had a dream last night where all I can remember is the sound of a Winchester rifle being cocked ... that's it. Ain't looked at your vids yet and maybe not 'til tomorrow cause I'll be at some point today bottomed out with dead bird meat ...

done in with mincemeat pie & whipped cream.... and what is it with you & Moby Dick? You got subliminal whales floating in your image locker, lass. Whatever had it's teeth in the back of your skull in your dream the other night tryin' to eat your brains would have been surprised as hell when it ran into a sperm whale that bit back.

Well it's alright, I couldn't ever get through any of James Fenimore Cooper's stuff either - though Magua at least had a boner and single minded purpose. All the rest of those noble red men in the midst of philosophic ecstacy out in the woods was just too much syrup for me.

Mrs Pilcher once asked me, "You lookin' for real Indians, Steve?" I said I figured I was at least 200 years too late. She said, "No, no, you're not, you're right on time in fact. I'll tell ya where they're at, all the real Indians are out playin' bingo."

I don't know why I do it. I do, but I don't. It actually even begins to embarrass me when I walk around carrying a twenty foot whale across my back or for years I carried around the pond. Not one season could stop me from it, not the fog, not the winter or the frozen limbs. My fingers hurt, but I can't lay it down until I know everything I want to know from it. As if it's my spiritual adviser of sorts.
It's not the pretty sight one expects from such a sweet girl as myself.
They prefer much more beautiful and variety.
But, I'm not a crowd pleaser, cause I like too too much to please myself.
I really do. Sigh. My burdens. la la la.

LOL, you're a digger upper with your bones.
Maybe that's why you are o.k. if I'm a bit obsessive at times.
You did find your Indians.
You find your bones, the carcass, the rock and roll of the forest moan
and your prayer.

Thank you for not leaving me,
when I'm at my worsted.

My most important adventure is that of mine soul.
That first and I can't drop it off anywhere. I gotta take it along to travel.

P.S. The train that just drove into the station.
It solves whatever little bit of mystery might have been as to why I'm not able to hold a relationship together.
I'm a woman with such disabilities of the mind.
I can't do as I should. I'm too much the manic.

A maddened woman with such manics can't walk out into the shops and choose an intimate other. The disability is on the head. It's teeth still sunk into my skull. It's not the attraction. But, it's o.k., cause I've made nice with mine ownself and I can do this.

I'll get back to ya...i'm whipped and company ain't even showed yet. I could do with some mad sex but the woman of the house just told me to take a hike. She was serious. There was a time when I could seriously un-serious her without workin' too hard but time was ain't now it seems. Honeymoon over.
It's a cold cold world. I'm serious.

maybe I'll get a job in a pet shop as Chief harpooner of goldfish.

yeah yeah I know - harpoon as phallic object on the cheap.

Turkey is no substitute for a little one-on-one.

Capt. Ahab had serious issues and I read detective fiction for shits & giggles. It must come with age. Call me Ismail. Ismael? How come the whale never got named? It was just this big thing out there sinking ships. Well, turkey and no sex. I need an office in a brownstone in a decaying part of town and a pony glass of bourbon and a brunette wearing a short jacket,seamed stockings and red pumps needing my help. A classic. Hell, I'm just a mess.

I just meant that I need a guy who will do big jigsaw puzzles with me out on the kitchen table, for weeks maybe. He'll tell me stories and jog my mind. If he can carry me off to some such places in my imagination, then I'm gonna be happy to razzle him and then on our fill we'll eat, maybe do that for weeks, too.
He can't insist that I be normal.
I'm not normal with normal.

maybe I'll get a job in a pet shop as Chief harpooner of goldfish.

I likes!

Company is all gone... sorry Doll, imagination or not I'm headed for bed.
'Nite,Doll

Does that mean you were fulled up on imaging?