!magic tri(cks) & sma(cks)

i can't stop thinking about smacks.

and magic.

any day now i will discover that he is a shapeshifter, like sam merlotte or half fairy like sookie or part werewolf or : a vamp. really, just a vamp. but if my suspicions are true, then it's none of the above and in actuality, it's something much more powerful and weird.

smacks smacks.

this entry too demands audio. but you can play the smiths or the cure and it would not even matter.

i need to learn more about healing people (that is, people who heal and NOT the act of healing), doppelgangers and the moon. these are my specialties and these will serve to entice.

P.S. deel (now more medical than ever before) is wise and missed. so this is what life is like when i am not routinely awakened by the sounds of a stumbl-y spanish geetar & the sight of a leetle face and the biggest eyes. the irises would roll and in rolling she found the perfect place to sigh a big, "EEEEEEEUUULL!" (intonation dare not attempted by these words but you get the idea).

actuellement (which actually does not mean actually) things are a little crazy and busy, yet basically lazy and mostly smiley. estelle, lala, eel, lara, and now shelly; well we are just rebelling sort of. but i figure since farmers & cattle are making a run for it, i am not sure how much time we have left anyway.

P.P.S. old technicolor fibers snapped last week. my wrist is bare & burned (a separate occurrence involving a steamer and jan's suit). an old brazilian woman in la ciotat, france looked up at the very instant and shook her head. she smiled across the ocean, towards my way. she was right about everything.

to sum up. what we have here is a mild, spastic, and (a)cute case of MPD. my psych brain is verrrrry happy and churny like the butter and baguette that entered my body last night. deel said life has legs and it's running. i don't really care where it is going or where it came from. i just want to know my leaping and limber earth: are you taking care of your feet? earth is a mother and old, wrinkled babylonian men used to postulate that heaven lies under the soles of our mothers. this of course was before modern religions and ideologies convinced us otherwise.

be good to your earth. be good to your mother.

a question for you readers. if heaven IS below us, why do we long for what is above us? why do our energies and our goals look towards the sky? what about the soil that holds us! humans! we have been living upside down & backwards and inside out. that of course, would explain the magic.