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(No lie; it's what I thought I read at the top of the window before I logged in. "LiveJournal--Satan Free Blog!" Nono... "start a" Start a free blog. ~shakes head~ Long day.)

So.
Our Lady of Interesting Times has finally figured I'm far enough removed from the action to do her justice without getting too mean about it.
She's looked at me and winced at the Kali-bits and the Blessed-Virgin bits, and a smokey, whiskey scented voice murmured "You know who she is, and neither of these girls is her. Do it right, now."

I know who she is, alright:
She's the best friend your mother never liked who taught you how to think for yourself and see past the skin. And wear eyeliner.
She's the cute girl in your English class who's the reason you're locked in your car in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by a crazy pack of rednecks, one of whom is trying not to shout when he says "Just roll down the window, man; I just want to talk."
She's me, from 13 to (indistinctly mumbled age), getting in over my head and learning new and interesting skills on a regular basis.
I know who she is, and so do you.

So now I've got a lovely, curvy girl dancing a la Kali-Ma and grinning a la the Mona Lisa (if Lisa had been thinking razor-sharp thoughts about DaVinci). She'll be blonde, or strawberry blonde, with black tips in her hair.  At the moment, one pair of hands is pressing palms together in reverance, with a cigarette. Another pair holds a book and a bottle. I've got another pair of hands to fill, and I'm drawing a blank.

Any suggestions?

(as a sidebar: Lyrics to the song du jour [du nuit?] are here.
Lyrics to the other contenders for that title are here,here, and especially here.
Echo may not be Tom and the boys' best album, and it sure as hell isn't comfortable to listen to, but it does speak.)

Comments

[ex-karthwyn.livejournal.com]

In honesty, i'd say a stick of lip gloss and a pair of handcuffs.
Lip gloss in homage to Tori and Alanis, who claimed when they went on tour together, they took one truck for the equipment and one truck for wine and lipgloss.
The handcuffs for every woman's bad-girl choice. That beautiful, sleek moment when you're in control through surrender, and still have control of the stopping point. (nothing like romantically whisperinging "poodle" to stop the show, eh? And if you havent the reference, you should read Choke by Chuck Palahnuik)

[ladywind.livejournal.com]

~grin~ I'll take 'em. Thank you, mein Katzchen. ~nosekiss~

I believe I once tried to read Choke, but it and I just weren't on the same wavelength. If I come across it now, I'll give it another shot.

But "poodle", for me, will always drop me back into the relational bodywork weekends, with you, me, and Daniel Collier discussing feedback from the table and how to know when it's enough pressure. :)

How's the new ink healing?

[ex-karthwyn.livejournal.com]

Choke is where my addition of poodle to that conversation originated the first time. i had just finished reading it about that time.

the new ink is healing better than expected. i've got a few places that are a bit scabby and sore, but aside from that, he's doing beautfully.
Well, its kinda debatable which gender is which in the Naaru, or if they have gender, but O'ros feels masculine to me. most of the Naaru do.

Someone falls to peices sleeping all alone...

[coyote-waits.livejournal.com]

I absolutely love it when you quote a whiskey story of mine where others can read it (even if it was Art class LOL):

"She's the cute girl in your English class who's the reason you're locked in your car in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by a crazy pack of rednecks, one of whom is trying not to shout when he says "Just roll down the window, man; I just want to talk.""

and always remember: "Death, thy name is Safe-T."

Much Love Always to the Virgin Kali-Lisa!!

Thee, Thee...
mischa the devil


And even when you've paid enough,
been pulled apart or been held up
With every single memory of the good or bad faces of love
don't lose any sleep tonight
I'm sure everything will end up alright

You may win or lose

But to be yourself is all that you can do... yeah
To be yourself is all that you can do