Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Category: Creativity
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Karmic Stuff! Low Vibrational Bertha is a collector of friends. Contacts make the man as long as they don't come too close. Madge is a badge of having arrived. Clyde is a member of Bertha's exclusive tribe. Lena is a better post than most against which B can lean. Ask these admirers what it is…
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Upside down cups, a potted plant and coins rattle-rub against a paperback at the bottom of my gunny sack. How's a girl supposed to ignore omens like that? — The Poet S. Three Weisenheimers got a message for us: Something can never come from nothing.I looked for the entrance. Paths would have been left to…
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Work? YES!Calling what you do A JOB?Work on changing that concept into your CALLING.Our journey begins with how we name a thing. QUICK FIRE CHALLENGE … THOUGHTS! I like being the only misfit in the room. However, now that I've stumbled upon the "Lost Continent," I'm considered downright square and prime fogey material compared to…
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Madame Malcontent knows it's not wrong to charge cash money for a reading. She draws the line, however, at asking for $$$ in order to teach someone what only intuition and a creative bent can give a gal. As Madame Malcontent likes to say: Some got it. Some don't. Peering through the spyglasswatching the other…
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Maybe this peace isn't completely soulless To pick up a pencil and scratch on a padis au courantI favor keys clacking and mispelled words makin' music without even tryin' I like your voice better in the Meditative Houreach breathA FlowerNo tensionNo tightropeNo walker Over turbulent water This journey has found its feet
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From your boozy lips to my woozy ear: "12 or no, I can't stay away from bars."StaggerStaggerSleepy is how I greet the day.No more blindfolds and September will forever be your month. You should have brought the apostrophe along as your date and left the bangs at home.…and stop cutting your hair, dammit! The decision…
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My tummy has been awash in warm, slightly pinchy rumblings for the past few weeks. Not acid reflux or indigestion, but rather an arousing twinge in the middle o' the breadbasket. It feels right. I know to trust that particular gut reaction. Bad vibes come at me all cold; sharp jabs in the lower back…
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In your solitude, create art. Virginia would want you to. There is no such thing as loneliness. Rub away the charcoal line until the jawbone is softened. With eraser, swipe at age spots that give up the great lie. Smooth as a baby's argument; clear as the conscience of a nun. Creases are a way…
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To My Tin Ear Troubadour, O.k. then, pitch your tent. While you're at it, be sure to sew up the rents in the fabric of your argument. That's the best way to lure the lucky into your lair. 1.) Who are these lucky allowed entrance?2.) What do they become when you let them leave? And…
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Misty sees you wandering the halls. It is not easy for you as flesh is pressed in uncomely ways. Always rubbed the wrong way; trousers are a bitch with which you must compromise. Your body longs to wrap itself in a tupenu. But you are seen through the lens of love. Your body of work…
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