I saw a picture floating around of me in a pair of yellow footsie pajamas and a blue typewriter. I was 3 years old. Maybe my parents were trying to tell me something when they gifted it to me for Christmas many years ago. Or maybe it's just coincidence... hmm
:) I will have to show you that picture, but in the meantime, here is a photo of the typewriter my writing gig will help me purchase tomorrow, hopefully :)
Perhaps this will inspire me to write a manifesto of all the eyeballs in this city. :) Each citizen has two eyes, typically... so that means that there are over 8 million eyeballs floating around the Los Angeles vicinity.
Yipes! That also accounts for the amount of legs and arms as well. Just a tidbit.
Ah and a HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my good friend, Jayson Pida!
To celebrate his birthday, I will share with you a poem by him!
I Swear My Blood (in ogham)
Creeping to the blue stones
after the ceremony.
She laid upon a worn bloodline,
shivering and waiting.
( …mo rhyddhau )
Anxious, they emerged.
Stretched as toes and branches from the sleeping oaks,
wove through frost-laden henges,
dove upon her.
She was invisible below a leviathan body,
Her family wailed through the village
as the authorities searched.
But the Holy Man walked among the rings
The matter has been sealed.