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An old friend said to me I should invest my writing skills into something other than machines… and so this blog was born – not that I feel any the wiser for doing it!
When I have my dreamy head on I sometimes think about what I really want to do with my life.
I’m not an artist even if sometimes I’ve fancied to get out some brushes and crayons…
I’m afraid my propensity to draw engineering straight lines and edges will offend the art community.
I’m not a photographer either but I’ve often fancied to take out my camera and go on expeditions to the faraway and wild places of this earth…
I’m afraid my subjects of blades of grass, old machinery and window frames might bore the photographing world into a state of rigor mortis.
I’m not a bookworm though I have fancied to read all the English classics…
I’m afraid that Oscar Wilde’s Dorian Gray would come back from the dead and haunt my soul for trying to be so vain to actually think I could know anything about the arts.
I’m not a hermit monk but I’ve fancied myself to live in a lonely dark cave so very high in the Himalayas…
I’m afraid that I might find too much comfort in the solace of the place that the Yeti would become my true and only friend.
I’m no magician though I have fancied to be a mystical illusionist and entertainer…
I’m afraid of only succeeding to show that David Blaine is actually a man of real magic that only gets away with it by pretending that all his performances are just clever illusions…
I’m no writer even if I have fancied myself as one…
I’m afraid that my plot-less and meaningless stories will give rise to concern for the true state of my mind and I’ll end up in a straight-jacket.
Where was I going with this? You know I’ve absolutely no idea… and I’m still definitely none the wiser!
Friends, fellow countrymen, brothers and sisters of the Cyberworld have pity on me by returning again, only, please remember to bring with you a sanity protection suit, a cream cake (make sure it’s fresh cream) and a heart filled with smiles to give.
With this I ‘Must Get Out’…
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(5 total)Thats nice.
Tuesday 19 September 2006 - 08:34PM (EST)
True art is an expression of self, if you draw or paint or write poetry, what difference does it make whether the "critics" like it? That's not the purpose of doing it, is it? so, grab your crayons or your paints or your pens, have at it. If you do decide to emulate one of the crazies, don't cut your ear off or anything else for that matter, think of the mess on the carpet. Of course, that carpet would probably be what the critics would Love!!!!!
Tuesday 19 September 2006 - 12:05PM (CDT)
I'm no super-comedien but I have fancied to make people smile and laugh...
I'm afraid my efforts will be mistaken for a lecture on how to dry paint.
Thank you 'As I am' - I think it's nice too.
And Donna you're like a mother to me - I'll heed your advice. Thank you.
Wednesday 20 September 2006 - 01:25AM (GMT)
Ahem, mother? C'mon, at least give me "not much older but a whole lot wiser sister"? Aunt? Distant cousin? Besides, little brother, you didn't laugh at my "mess on the carpet" speech either. :) Of course, maybe it's because the critics really would love it? ;)
And you know those designer straight jackets come with your name embroidered on the front. You should see mine, pink ribbons and everything! haha, keep writing, I'll keep commenting, one of us will get it right!
Tuesday 19 September 2006 - 11:49PM (CDT)
i like your moroon 5 song, and video....so if you don't mind, i'm gonna nick it for my blog..!!!
Sunday 8 October 2006 - 12:23PM
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