Hmm...how about a tattoo of phoenix rising on my back?

I wonder if I put a perplexing poetical quote at the top of every blog entry would I get even more traffic? Maybe if I lay out enough bait I'll get a few people who are interested and stick around to read more...on a daily basis.

I'll have to think about that. Which ones can I use? Emily Dickinson must have a few. Maybe do regular quotes too, but always have an explanation. The deeper meaning of the quote. I'd have to keep it short. That's a trial for me, but something I need to learn.

Well, I have bath salts to make now. With these simple tools shall I build my fortune!

Like Da Vinci. Like Tesla.
Excepted I started later than them.
God damn it.

I need sample bottles for oils. I need to write the re-imagined Wizard of Oz, first of all she can't live in a flat wasteland of nothing. But there needs to be a fair amount of flatness. I should visit Kansas again to find out where the flats meet the hills. I need to buy the original series. I bought the paperback today, but I read the original when I was a child and I thought the book was bigger. Longer.

I need to do so many things, so many things.

I need a lab.

I need a workshop.



I need my brain to just stop, just slow down dear god, please. I don't have enough time to do even ONE of my ideas, let alone all of them and I want to do ALL of the them. I need at least two more lifetimes. More, because there's always going to be another interesting thing to do.

I need to be a phoenix.

I need to be a Time Lord.

I need those damn dragon balls.

I need immortality.

I cannot stop for anything. I just have too much to do.

Upon searching, so many of the images just didn't seem to portray the true agony of transformation.
 Also? Why do the flames have to be orange? The don't.
And there's another fucking idea. Phoenix in agony and try different coloured flames. 

So, about that phoenix rising tattoo. Actually I'd rather have it across my chest, but I don't think there's enough room for the full impact of idea. So I'd have to go with my back.

And when am I going to have the time and money to get a tattoo?

Enough for today. I have things to do.

Magical fields and fireflies...

I think I'm finally getting a hang of Blogger's dashboard. I like how I can list my favorite blog reads there and they can sort them for me.

Here is a short entry, something I posted on Facebook last night but wanted to save and find again more easily to perhaps expand it into an longer reflective essay someday.

 

pictured posted by Curanderismo, the Healing Art of Mexico

 

 

From late last night about quarter after 10 pm.

 

We just took a drive in the Jeep, with the top off. It's pretty dark and the stars are out and we drove to Shabbona and the cornfields were silent and green and I could smell the honeysuckle.

That's it. Time to hang with TheMan for a bit before I have to drive to work.


Added at 5:30 pm. The comment controls are still confusing me. I want to delete stuff off the list of comments on my dashboard, thinking I don't need all that stuff listed...but I don't think I can do that. I can only delete it off the list on the dashboard if I also delete the original comment. Swear words.



Such is life...right now

I feel extraordinaly bohemian today. It's screaming to get out. It's bubbling up from the core of my ocean underground, filling up my brain and surging at the floodwall at the back of my throat. It brings hurricane winds howling at the gate of convention necessary to my current survival. Beware my impending bohemian rhapsody.