Journal

splinter

Gosh, I’ve seen many Redbubble updates and changes, and it is wearing and frankly each change has shaved off the wood of my enthusiasm for this place, until now I am nothing but shavings on the floor.

someone please blow me away for good…..

eyes wide closed

Suzie twisted a silver strand into the shape of a butterfly and attached to the white gold wedding ring her mother used to wear. With a pair of pliers Suzie pulled the metal thorns she wore in her brow, out, and buried them down the rabbit hole. The fat lady was rocking a chair on the wrap around veranda and watching Suzie through a Stations of the Cross window. Her stomach began to rumble and roar; Suzie covered the rabbit hole with Aladdin’s carpet and walked over to the window and lifted open and said to the fat lady: time to sing.

Being hopeful is yesterday, today and tomorrow

Dear Redbubble Friends and Loves,

Being like yesterday, is a state I’ve willed but like true love, it only happens once. Now before you correct me for daring to say true love only happens once, consider that true love is individual and for me, it is a once in a lifetime thing. Enough of this sentimental summertime in Paris monologue.

I’ve been hopelessly absent from Redbubble this year, it is not you it is me. I am sorry and I do miss you.
I wish you and your family a joyous Christmas and blossoming 2013.

With love,
Lisa xo

sort of back

It feels strange to be back, but what is not strange is this infernal ink outage, which has been dead all year. There are many stories floating around my head (which makes not being able to get them out, annoying as all fuck), I can tell you two things, I fell madly, head over heels in love with New Orleans and Bell is the best traveling companion, imaginable.…

These are the lines I’ve been staring at for the past hourish. The photo was taken at Mission Dolores in San Francisco. It is of course a statue of St Francis of Assisi. I was hoping he would help my ink to flow, after all, I’m a animal……..

I am wearing a voodoo creativity ring. Fuck, WORK. I should have asked if there was more to it; a sacrifice of some sort. Surely I’ve given my share to the sacrifice charity.

I am determin

just

perhaps it is a sound of a loud Alcatraz bird that finally wakes you to see the flaw in humanity. There are days when you read that you are in denial, and it is all too much and for that split moment you give in to this conception. But the ring is hollow and if enlightenment is to make such judgement you consider the faraway tree makes the most sense of anything you’ve ever read. I believe in fairy tales and happy endings and love but fuck don’t think I’m so innocent as to not know there is fucked up evil going on. But seriously what am I to do? I want to really live and let live, I only wish it was that easy.
but please if you are going to tell me I’m in denial
do it while holding my hand and loving me.

A blind date and a reflection

I have a blind date tomorrow with two amazing artists; I’m so beside myself I am not focussing much on anything else. Far out RB has been so good to me, I’ve said it before and I shall say it again. I’ve met the loves of my life right here on RB. I’ve met amazing writers, photographers and artists. I don’t like to dwell on the heart break but there has been that too. But as most of you know, I’m a wee bit of a private lass…all in all, I feel so lucky.…

One of my first Tshirt purchases made for me by my Belllababe Hmmm 5 years and ceasing smoking means my boobs are now too large for the Teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee LOL, oh well lots of walking in the USA should help, well probably not as Bell and I plan on eating and drinking everything we can.

Though, I’m a bit scared of the orange cheese…h

lips, tinman, Sarah and pasta

Sarah should have realised when the summer day turned white icy clear it was going to be an innocent, wee Sir Galahad date. And best of all the Tin Man would kiss her lips.…

Next?

Pondering at my keyboard.
Thinking.
I do like the way the keys feel under my fingertips.
I hope I don’t burn the pasta.
The night is gentle; it is chilly but not heater needed.
Woolly jumper is doing the trick.
Master Chef Super Heroes has started and I have not switched theTV on.
Yes, I like cheesy cooking reality type TV.
Though, truth be told, I won’t watch another series of Master Chef.
I can hear the pot boiling over.
Be right back.
Phew I saved the pot from boiling right over onto the stove (which is always a bother to clean up).
I’ve fresh chilli, garlic and tuna.
I’m disappointed I do not have any

the gal with the smile on her puss

it
is
one
of
those
hard
to
keep
the
smile
from
my
fading
into
dreamland
face
sort
of
days
if
you
decide
to
scratch
under
my
chin
in
order
to
find
out
if
I
am
alright
I
shall
not
prevent
you
from
doing
so
for
such
a
touch
is
tickly
and
tender
and
seriously
sailor
what
kinda
girl
would
say
no
to
such
affection?

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