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!

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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!