It's That Time Folks!

Go Santa!

Because:

If I have been a bad girl..........

It may well have depended on the situation at hand.

If I have acted out in a bad way......

I'm sure you know the conditions I was forced to act under.

If I was sneaky........

You'll know I had no choice in the matter.

(No rules in love and war, right?)

If I had bad thoughts dancing in my head.........

like really bad thoughts.....

you'll notice I didn't act upon those.

I just allowed them to dance for awhile.

If I was naughty.............

I was good at it.

No complaints.

Just requests for more.

If I seemed cruel and heartless...........

I just evened the score!

If you see me dressed somewhat like you on Christmas Eve.......

Please take no personal offense.

Consider it a "treat" for someone who has been REALLY good.

Oh, and if you saw me dip the cat's feet in red paint and toss her onto the trampoline.....

Well, you've got me there!

Love,

Liquid

A thoughtful gift.....

Here is a little

"Liquid"

gift for you each!

Think of me when you add a little more ice to your holiday drinks,

'cause I'm right there with ya'!

*chuckle*

I Just Love This Time of The Year!

I caught Santa crossing the street after doin' a little shopping in downtown Meridian!

Didn't mean to startle him and make him drop his gifts!

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOPS!

Hey Santa, aren't those the bean bags I asked for!?

For The Men and Women In Our Military......

Here is a special Christmas wish and prayer

that was sent from our home with appreciation for you

and what you are doing for the world and for all of us here at home.

God bless you and your families and may you return home safe and soon!

My children will be leaving an extra bag of cookies for Santa to drop off to you all when he lands in Iraq and Afghanistan.

Jeremy,

your bag is tied with a gold ribbon!

So, we ERECTED the tree tonight......

And I think I'm gonna' sleep right here under it!

Whew!

And just for the record......

Bigger ain't necessarily better either!

I've always wanted a HUGE tree

but "dingle-shnork" always talked me out of it.

So, since I didn't have to argue about "SIZE" with any one this year

I went out and got me a monster tree.,

A very mean, monster tree.

It whipped my butt!

It took the children (who were more like, in and out) and I

almost 4 hours to get that bad boy up and decorated!

Now I'm exhausted, coverd in sap and stuck to the carpet

on the floor 'neath" the tree.

It's not too bad though, the children keep bringing me cookies and I

have my spray bottle filled and am now on

CAT - DUTY!

(It's Aggie's first Christmas)

Every time she even looks at the tree or comes near me I

" pffffsssssssssst", "pfffffffffffffssssssssssst", "pfffffffffsssssssssst"

her really good with water!

Yeah, I'm gonna' be right here for awhile!

Goodnight to you all and hope you have sweet dreams!

I need another cookie!

Friday Flash 55

Has anyone seen Christmas?

I've searched till I'm blue.

I've found people rushing with no smiles on their face.

And the stores are all groomed with no parking space.

I've looked and I've listened for that magicical place.

Could someone please, just give me a clue?

Oh, yeah, that's right,

You'll find Christmas

within

YOU!

~~~~~~~~~

Flash Fiction Friday

Every Friday, I compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less.

If you want to join in the fun and games and give it a try,

post your story and report to the boss.

G-Man!

Here I go!

I really do not have many words today.

Just a lot of feelings.

Winter is a time for seeking refuge,

for our mind, body and spirit.

But I refuse.

There are lots of changes going on inside of me

and I feel like I am jumping off into the deep end

without my "floaties" on.

Yet, at the same time, I feel my power welling up inside of me

and I am in search of the tallest cliff imaginable so that even

in the moment where I need to be still and grow,

I am taking action and standing up for my self.

So, today I just feel like putting on my swimming suit,

and plunging into the water from heights I've never been before.

HERE I GO!

I Couldn't Help Myself!

Try this, it is hysterical!

Go to

magmypic.com

then upload a photo and choose your cover.

Ohhhh, I'm gonna' have sooo much fun with this!

Sipping Joy.....

Oh, the refreshing sip of life that has for so long, been gone.

To be spoken to and treated like a lady.

To have someone to compliment you,

constantly and about the simplest of things.

To actually take me on a surprise "getaway"

to some where

wonderfully romantic and extravagant.

To hear the words, "What ever you want, doll."

To be looked at as if he were drinking of me.

It's been 3 months since we've seen each other.

And I realize now.......that I missed him!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,

how delicious life feels,

when you begin

to start "living" it again.

I think I'm gonna just linger in this moment for a bit.

If ya'll don't mind.

:)-

Have a super weekend!

Marriage.....

This 80 year old woman was arrested for

shop lifting.

When she went before the judge in Cincinnati he asked her,

"What did you steal?"

She replied,

"A can of peaches."

The judge then asked her why she had stolen the can of peaches

and she replied that she was hungry.

The judge then asked her how many peaches were in the can.

She replied 6.

The judge then said,

"I will then give you 6 days in jail."

Before the judge could actually pronounce the punishment,

the woman's husband spoke up and asked the judge if he could say something.

The judge said,

"What is it?"

The husband said,

"She also stole a can of peas."

Holiday Fun!

MEN: Stay out of the "DOG HOUSE" this season!

Yep.........You gotta click "Pause" on the PLAYLIST to view these!

I THINK MOM MIGHT BE SANTA!

Liquid.............

Just checkin' in on ya'll!

Points Of View....

Back in the 1929 Financial Crash

it was said that some Wall Street stockbrokers and bankers

JUMPED

from their office windows and committed suicide

when confronted with the news of their firms' and clients' financial ruin.

Many people were said to have almost felt a little sorry for them. . .

In

2008

the attitude has changed

Now the signs read,

"JUMP YOU IDIOTS!"

somewhat. . .

Raccoon Bandit - Hilarious!

This YouTube video features a daring heist.
But theft isn’t what you’re expecting!
When you live near the wilderness,

sometimes you get unexpected guests.

This sneaky raccoon is caught on camera.
It creeps into this house through a dog door.
Then it heads straight for the dog bowl.
But it can’t compete with the household cat and dog.

Raccoons are wild animals.
They naturally stick to wooded areas.
But they are also incredibly adaptable.
As man moved into their habitat, they didn’t run.
Raccoons have little problem living in urban environments.
These kinds of encounters are not uncommon!

Hilarious!

Meet an Angel......

I'd like everyone to go on over and meet

Genevieve.

She is probably one of the bravest and most powerful blogger's

you will ever have the chance to meet.

She is, and has been, very sick for the past 7 months with Cystic Fibrosis.

Her mission is simple, to share her story and to reach out to others who also suffer from this horrific diagnosis.

Now,

I know my family here in Bloggeritaville and I beg of you

to go on over and give her the love and support you are each renowned for giving.

She is truly Amazing!

********

~SPIT HAPPENS ~

I Miss POT-ing Soil.......

My Daily Walk.............

Wind and Wang....

Funny.........

Me thinks!

Check THIS Out!

This mirrors

my

HEART,

my

SOUL,

and my

damn

SPIRIT!

Nana, nana, boo, boo!

"You Wench!"

Now I've been called alot of things in my glorious lifetime

but I must say that being called a

"Wench"

is probably my favorite!

Except when

Utah Savage

called me

"slippery"!

That still holds the number

one

spot!

Awards are below the turkeys breasts'.

Imagine that!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Wishing each of you a wonderful Thanksgiving!

I am thankful for my friendships all over this wondrous world.

Love Ya'll Much!

~Liquid

Superior Scribbler Award!

Thank you so much

SHADOW

of

~1 Door Away From Heaven~

fame!

For gifting me this honorablel award!

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and the rules are:

1. Each Superior Scribbler must in turn pass The Award on to 5 most-deserving Bloggy Friends.

2. Each Superior Scribbler must link to the author & the name of the blog from whom he/she has received The Award.

3. Each Superior Scribbler must display The Award on his/her blog, and link to This Post, which explains The Award.

4. Each Blogger who wins The Superior Scribbler Award must visit

This Post and add his/her name to the Mr. Linky List.

That way, we’ll be able to keep up-to-date on everyone who receives This Prestigious Honor!

5. Each Superior Scribbler must post these rules on his/her blog.



And without further adau~

I would like to recognize the following Scribblers

For they truly feed the palate of all who taste!

ESCAPE HATCH @ http://myescapehatch.blogspot.com/

TERI REES WANG @ http://terireeswang.blogspot.com/

FOLK ART BY CAMPBELL JANE @ http://www.folkartbycampbelljane.blogspot.com/

GHOST DANCING COMMENTS @ http://ghostdansing.blogspot.com/

BROKEN MANNEQUIN @ http://brokenmannequin.blogspot.com/

Wheeeeeeeeeeee!

This image that I took the other day turned out pretty

"sexy"

to me for

some reason!

I've not been in a very playful mood lately.

So, upon my visit to the playground,

well,

I had some

sexy

static - filled

fun!

~~~~~~~~

I hope each of you have a moment today

where your hair stands straight up

and you get to

ZAP

someone!

The Music Is Gone.......

I woke up this morning and my first thought was of you.

But we're done.

It is hard enough to end a loving relationship although that's not what we had.

Yes, once we shared an orchestra of sweetness.

But of late, we seethed of anger and shame.

I've cut loose my best friend.

Yet best friends do not hurt each other with words nor punches.

So I guess I've only lost a memory of music that we had.

I wish for you to dance in the rain again,

with some other fool.

My only wish is that I have learned the difference

between forgiveness and blame.

An Introduction.....

May I request a moment of your time so that I can introduce to you,

my new

favorite person

Yvonne Kriddle

I believe her to be best friends with ONE of my favorite,

alter egos!

Obsessions.....

A psychiatrist was conducting a group therapy session

with four young mothers and their small children.

"You all have obsessions," he observed.

To the first mother he said, "Mary, you are obsessed with eating.

You've even named your daughter Candy."

He turned to the second mom, "Ann, your obsession is with money.

Again, it manifests itself in your child's name, Penny."

He turned to the third mom, "Joyce, your obsession is alcohol.

This too shows itself in your child's name, Brandy."

At this point, the fourth mother, Kathy, quietly got up,

took her little boy by the hand and whispered,

"Come on, Dick, we're leaving.

Your brothers Peter and Willy are waiting for us."

I have gone bananas!

Southern Home Security System.....

1. Go to a second-hand store and buy a pair of men's work boots, used, size 14-16. $2.00

2. Place them on your front porch, along with a copy of Guns & Ammo Magazine or NRA. Magazine - $3.00

3. Put a few giant dog dishes next to the boots and magazine.

4. Leave a note on your door that reads:

Hey Bubba, Big Jim, Duke and Slim:

I went for more shotgun shells and to pick my check up from the slaughterhouse. I should be back in an hour. Don't mess with the Pit Bulls--don't know what got into them, but they attacked the mailman this morning and messed him up real bad. I don't think Killer took part in it but it was hard to tell from all the blood. Anyway, I locked all four of 'em in the house. Better wait out here on the porch.

Later~
Liquid

Birth Control.....

"Let Them Eat Cake...."

This is an award for being a

real blogger

with

real interesting stuff to post.

It is worth millions to me.

Thank you

Tashai

at

Ultraviolet Winds

for this honor!

I remain,

both

humbled and speechless!

Here are my nominees:

1. Shadow

2. Megan

3. Daisy

4. Awake in Rochester

5. WIXY

6. Ozymandiaz

7. Utah Savage

8. Lime

9. Sandy

And the list could go on and on and on and on and on!

Love ya'll!

*

Flash Friday - 55...

Right foot Left foot

Oh, the sound of pitter - pat.

Some paths lead me forward

And some leave me confused.

Destinations that have brought me joy

and journeys that left me feeling used.

I choose these streets and avenues

Whether skipping and whistling

or singing the blues.

This reminds me,

I need some new shoes!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Flash Fiction Friday
Every Friday, I compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less.
If you want to join in the fun and games and give it a try...
post your story and report to the boss.
G-Man!

Come On Booshka......PLAY!

...OK...

"Truce"

My dearest daughter,

I will entice you in any way that I can to

beg of you,

to continue playing the piano.

The lack of wondrous tunes as you practice your gift leave this home without a song.

So,

If you read this, please continue to emulate David Cook's brilliance!

You do it with such ease darling.

I miss your music and will stop at nothing to tempt you!

I love you and the joy of sound you bring into our home.

~Mom

Redneck Playstation....

This is especially fun to play if you are "Self Employed"!

CLICK HERE TO TEST

Sober....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I don't want to be the girl who laughs the loudest.

Or the girl who never wants to be alone.

I don't want to be that girl at 4 o'clock in the morning.

'Cause 'm the only one you know in the world that won't be at home.

Ahhhhhh, the sun is blinding.

I.....I stayed out all night, again.

Ohhhh, I'm finding....

That's not the way I want my story to end.

I'm safe up high, nothing can touch me.

Why do I feel this party is over?

No pain inside me.

You're my protector.

But, how do I feel this good,

so bad?

I don't want to be the girl that has to fill the silence.

The quiet scares me 'cause it screams the truth.

Please don't tell me we had that conversation.

I won't remember, save your breath.

So what's the use?

Ahhhhhh, the night is calling

And it whispers to me softly...

"Come play."

But I am falling.

And if I let myself go,

then I am the only one to blame.

I am safe,

up high.

Nothing can touch me.

But, why do I feel this party's over?

No pain inside.

You're like perfection.

And how do I feel this good,

so low?

Coming down,

coming down,

coming down,

now.

Spinning round,

spinning round,

spinning round,

now.

I am looking for myself

SOBER!

When it's good, it's good, it's so good,

'til it goes bad.

Till you try to find the you that you once had.

I've heard myself cry,

"Never again!"

Broken down on naked knees,

just trying to find a bed.

I'm safe up high,

nothing can touch me

I can smell this party end.

No pain inside,

you're like perfection.

But how do I feel this good,

so bad?

~pink

click "Pause" on my Playlist to listen

Friday Flash Fiction 55 -

Ziggle zag,

Friggle frag!

What have you not already said?

I think redundant lives under a rock.

Oh, you beg to differ?

Well then I'll just keep feeling the vibration of your tongue.

Forgive me for my placid grace,

It's just that I remember this place.

Then it stops.

Abruptly.

Oh, but it's not done!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Flash Fiction Friday

Every Friday, I compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less.

If you want to join in the fun and games and give it a try...

post your story and report to the boss

G-Man!

.

Margaritas.....

Important Women's Health Issue:

Do you have feelings of inadequacy?

Do you suffer from shyness?

Do you sometimes wish you were more assertive?

If you answered yes to any of these questions,

ask your doctor or pharmacist about

Margaritas.

Margaritas are the safe, natural way to feel better

and more confident about yourself and your actions.

Margaritas can help ease you out of your shyness

and let you tell the world that you're ready and willing

to do just about anything.

You will notice the benefits of Margaritas almost immediately

and with a regimen of regular doses you can overcome any obstacles

that prevent you from living the life you want to live.

Shyness and awkwardness will be a thing of the past

and you will discover many talents you never knew you had.

Stop hiding and start living, with Margaritas.

Margaritas may not be right for everyone.

Women who are pregnant or nursing should not use Margaritas.

However,

women who wouldn't mind nursing or becoming pregnant

are encouraged to try it.

Side effects may include:

Dizziness,

Nausea,

Vomiting,

Incarceration

Erotic lustfulness

Loss of motor control

Loss of clothing

Loss of money

Loss of virginity

Attraction to persons of the same sex

Table dancing

Headache

Dehydration

Dry mouth

And a desire to sing Karaoke

WARNING:

The consumption of Margaritas may make you think you are whispering when you are not.

WARNING:

The consumption of Margaritas may cause you to tell your friends

over and over again that you love them.

WARNING:

The consumption of Margaritas may cause you to think you can sing.

WARNING:

The consumption of Margaritas may make you think you can logically converse

with members of the opposite sex without spitting.

.........Personally.........

They WORK for me!

Thank You..........

Fable's Tales Unspoken

I am both humbled and honored by your verse

Liquid Illuzions

THE LENS OF A CAMERA SEEKS IN UNIONISES WITH THE THIRD EYE,

A SMALL WINDOW WITH WHICH THE EYE RELIES TO FRAME-UP

ALL YOUR IMPLIES,

WE FOCUS OUT ON PERSONAL REFLECTIONS FROM WITHIN

SO THEY WONT GO AWRY

THE FILM WITHIN A CAMERA ACTS LIKE THAT OF OUR SOUL,

IT USES THE ESSENCE OF LIGHT IN FRAGMENTS

WHICH PIECE TOGETHER AND EXPOSE THE WHOLE,

ONE DAY ALL THOSE FRAGMENTS WILL JOIN THROUGH ESSENCE

FOR THE CONSOLE,

ARTISTIC VISIONS ARE THE ESSENCE OF LIGHT

FOR ALL TO EXTOL,

WITHOUT PHOTOGRAPHS

MEMORIES OF OUR STARS WOULD COLLAPSE INTO BLACK HOLES,

IT'S TIME TO ATTACH A TELESCOPIC LENS

SO WE CAN SEE BEYOND THE DEPTH

TO WHERE IT UNFOLDS,

THE INNER BEAUTY OF A SOUL

WILL ALWAYS MANIFEST IT SELF THROUGH CREATIVITY,

LIQUID

IT'S YOUR PROCLIVITY OF IMAGERY

THAT CREATES THIS POETIC REACTIVITY,

YOU EXUBERANTLY ENHANCE OBJECTS

AND TEACH US THAT ALL "THINGS" HAVE A PERSONALITY,

YOUR PHOTOGRAPHS

RIPPLE THROUGH OUR SENSORY

ACTIVITY WHICH RIPPLES BACK RELATIVITY,

YOUR SENSITIVITY TOWARDS LIFE RADIATES

WHICH WILL CULTIVATE YOUR LONGEVITY,

SO LETS NOW EXPLORE YOUR INSIDE ANGLE

WHICH WILL ALWAYS KEEP US IN CAPTIVITY,

YOU'VE CAPTURED EMOTIONS,

SHADOWS AND COUCHES RESTING,

YOU'VE GIVEN US CLOVER'S, IVY AND LILY'S

WITHOUT CONTESTING,

YOU'VE BESTOWED TRACKS, MUD, AND PAINTINGS

WITHOUT ANYBODY REQUESTING,

YOU'VE CREATED MEMORIES OF NATURE,

CATTLE AND CORN FOR THE DIGESTING,

YOU'VE ENHANCED SURROUNDINGS AND BOUNDARIES

WITHOUT SUGGESTING,

YOU'VE TAKEN US TO PLACES WE WOULDN'T HAVE SEEN,

THAT'S THE BEST THING,

LETS DOCUMENT THE BEAUTY OF THIS WORLD

BEFORE IT ALL RETURNS TO THE SKY,

IT'S TIME TO JOURNEY THROUGH THE LENS OF THE PHOTOGRAPHER

WITH THE TIPS OF OUR EYE'S,

FOR IT’S THE PHOTOGRAPH THAT REMAINS

LONG AFTER GOODBYES,

YOU HAVE FROZEN PIECES OF TIME FROM YOUR MIND

FOR ALL 2 SEE,

LIKE THE MIRRORED LAKE

AND OUT OF ITS MIDDLE CAME A WHITE TREE

THAT FREES,

LIKE PINK BOLTS,

THE WINDOW BEHIND THE BRICK

OR THE STRING OF LEAVES IN THE TREE,

LIKE A MOSSY WOOD POST,

SNOWDEN'S BARN,

OR THE HUB CAPS THAT JUST BE,

LIKE THE PICTURES OF PEOPLE WHO HOLD SIMILAR EXPRESSIONS

OF THAT OF U AND ME,

LIKE THE DOG AND THE DEER SHOWING INTEREST TO EACH OTHER

BEFORE THE FLEE,

LIKE

"THE POND"

WHERE U DOCTORED-UP AND REMIXED THE PHOTO

AS WOULD AN EMCEE,

YOU PORTRAYED TO ME THAT CRACKS EXIST

TO LET THE LIGHT THROUGH,

THAT A VERTICAL WINDOW PANE WITH RAINDROPS

CAN PAINT PICTURES TOO,

THAT THE MORNING DEW BRUSHES RUST ON A HOOD THAT'S BLUE,

THAT A PILE OF JUNK IS BEAUTIFUL

AND EQUALLY ABSTRACT AS ME AND YOU,

THAT A LITTERED BOTTLE WAS TAKEN IN BY EARTH

TO SHOW US ITS NEW FOUND VIEW,

THAT A PHOTO ENTITLED

"BLUE"

LOOKS LIKE CRYSTALS THAT WILL RENEW,

THAT MISSISSIPPI BARES A TREE WITH A HEART,

WHO KNEW,

I COULD GO ON FOREVER WITH THESE WORDS

LIQUID,

BUT YOU AND I KNOW A PICTURE IS WORTH A MILLION OF THEM,

SO NO VELVET TEARS WHEN THIS POEM COMES TO AN END,

CONSIDER IT A GIFT

2 YOU

FOR EXPOSING LIFE'S GEMS...

~Mike Fable

Friday 55 - I'm Late!

Here I sit feeding a duck from a pier.

It slipped my mind that my 55 should appear.

All wrapped up in this duck

feeding him bread and watching him swim,

I lost count of time and remembered I need wine.

I needed a brew to help the adults stew and dance by the fire.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Flash Fiction Friday
Every Friday, (But late 'cause it's Saturday)

I compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less.
If you want to join in the fun and games and give it a try...
post your story and report to the boss
G-Man!

Happy Halloween!

Me as a vampire last year with the help of Booshka lifting the lid of my coffin.

She would warn me if there were little ones approaching so I wouldn't scare them too bad!

Have a spooooooooookey day and night!

"X" Marks The Spot...

A story about ~LOVES & HATES~ that never ends!

Just as the sunsets of a million years passed,

each evening we would spend painting the truths of our innocent crushes.

Splashing them upon the big sleepy sky.

I loved creating the magic that happens with splendid color palates.

And you had your funny little fetish for big fuzzy brushes!

This brought us together, on common ground, it was our beginning, so sweetly easing in.

All the wondrous evenings we spent at the top of that hill helped us to understand what adoration feels like, when the feeling is brand new.

We both knew that we had a special bond.

One that would seal our souls together, forever.

Like being hooked on a single line, a fish and a phish.

We needed each other for and couldn't reason as why.

We just felt it's power and knew it would last.

Like bubble gum thats stuck to the bottom of your favorite shoe.

For ever and ever

'till the end of all ends

and the seasons cease to pass.

The flavor would last and last.

We just knew!

Oh, how many times

have we watched the clock on the wall and literally saw the time

sneak to stand still?

Picking up pecans and skinnin' the fish from the creek

Shooting crows and chasing cows then purposely playing in the mud so we could roll down the hills?

All covered in grass, cramming hay in our britches as we walked the same path that led us to our homes. We knew what we'd be gettin',

Yep, a real good lickin'!

Sometimes our butts would be numb for days from the parental ills.

Like two peas in a pod and Bonnie and Clyde we were two free spirits,

too stubborn to hide.

But that was the fun part.

Don't you agree?

It's no wonder nor is it a surprise we've grown up to be

the people we are, inside.

Yeah, just like pirates floating and robbing freely across the seas.

I love playing with you!

It's so much fun.

Taking turns, sharing our toys and putting away our guns.

(Well, the big ones anyway!)

Standing nose to nose, barefeet in the wet grass, wiggling our toes.

I remember the moment we first tried to dance.

After we sat speechless for hours staring up at that sky

as soft swirls of color

cast over us, surrounding us

and gracefully twirling by.

Touching our hair.

It was our roof.

All ours.

Feeling the warmth of your hand as you placed it cautiously over mine.

It felt as sweet as the sun up in the wondrous sky.

It's warmth, like our touch, would forever lead to endless kisses.

And eventually, a bunch of near misses.

You always picked for me, such beautiful and dainty little flowers.

In your heart you would arrange them by color and scale

with such confidence and the cutest boy- like grace.

Oh, and how I blushed and I blushed

when you wiped the paint from my silly red face.

That was the day I first felt my heart race.

Silently I begged of you to never let it end.

I said it in my head hoping you would keep your pace.

In return for your tenderness, I gave you my heart.

(I was so charmed and smitten and tickled by you)

I served you my heart on a beautiful

sterling silver plate,

laced lovingly with elegant gold leaf.

I should have watched what you ate

so you wouldn't have turned into such a flake.

Oh, and the flowers you so lovingly picked for me,

the day I turned nine,

well,

they must have been poisoned or wild or pulled out of some sickly

donkey's behind.

'Cause the next thing I remember

was you gnawing, sucking and licking my heart.

I couldn't move a muscle while you smacked and you munched.

My eyes were a flicker

in total shock and disgust.

Damn you!

How dare you?

I trusted you!

I'D LOVED YOU SINCE WE WERE TWO!!

You left me defiled, broken, confused, angry and mean.

I lost more than my sense of smell on that day,

especially for flowers and some rotten kind of bean.

The ways in which you slowly devoured me,

still control me to this day.

You like it like that and I think the power of your love had made you mean.

~Next frame - a derailed portrait of a lifetime of love~

I woke up in a room that was padded and locked.

I watched as the men who had no balls

turned arrogantly to you droped the key to my prision

aimlessly at your feet.

They gave you permission to forever control the pace that my soul would rot.

I lost what was left of my mind as I stayed in that place.

I paced and I spit

while plotting your murder

in that tiny little space.

Next frame.

Now.

Please,

Sit down by me, honey.

I've got plenty to say.

Don't be afraid.

"You just thought you knew crazy"

'TILL YOU BIT ME THAT DAY!

My dear, I'll love you forever, but in my own special way.

I continue to ponder the sunsets we've witnessed,

and have counted the ones we've missed.

These moments that hang between our love and our madness,

keep me hungry for more of your confusing sadness.

As you mumble and grumble and continue to nibble at me,

I'll eagerly share with you, what you left of me.

My organs I need to nourish my life,

I've doused them in vinegar, arsenic and spice.

My haunting laughter tastes so good in my mind.

Not to worry, baby.

You know we'll be fine!

We'll linger together, the crazy back and forth way

that we continuously do,

remember

we pinkie-promised on this one

and we will continue this mad love affair forever,

Or at least 'til one of us turns horrifically blue.

Our souls speak to each other, in wordless tongues.

Licking our brains till our heads go numb.

The gift of familiar feeds us with loving care and concern

then throws fuel on our fires as they rigorously burn.

If ever I'm separated, even briefly from you,

I'm gonna' search this world over

'till I find my you

"pretty"

You'll never escape me and the love you created.

It has become my game now

and I'm on quite a roll.

So,

I'll allow you to play poker

in my smokey lil' room

where I keep rhinestone chokers

and have closets upon closets filled with old stacked boxes.

I've stored all my dreams here and my hearts empty pleas in this dark seething room full of long forgotten choices that still pounce like fleas.

Somewhere in the move, I've misplaced my desires.

I probably got drunk and tossed them in fires.

I LOVE FIRE, you know!

I choose now,

because it's my turn

to stand over you with flowers that are covered with blood, semen and urine.

I'll hold on to my heart that now drips from a healthy green stem.

As we wait for the sun to shine on us as she takes her last bow,

she'll sink slowly before us,

posing, remembering how.

We'll paint her together

as evening begins it's shadow over us

painting and painting till our old worn out grudges

look like fresh new tattoos.

I think you'll like our new canvas.

It's sweet to the touch.

Oh dear, my heart just felt a faint flutter!

"Here, would you please hold this feather while I put on my sweater?

'Cause, it's cold here in hell

in this place that we've built.

Where we now reside

where I live for you

just because I care about you,

and continue

forgiving of you,

again and again."

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Awwwww,

Come on baby,

Let's just go pick some flowers like we used to do.

I'll keep my heart safe and hide it quietly from you.

We'll go through this life,

together, forever.

loving and hugging,

teething and scratching

neither searching, nor wanting

to find it's end winding.

~Liquid