We all have wings
But some of us don’t know why
I am merely the beginning. There are so many more of me. Some of us are asleep. Some of us may as well be asleep, because they have forgotten. And most disheartening, many abandoned this mission long, long ago.
I am merely part of the Whole. The way is clear, even if I am not.
And if I have lost my wings, at least I know why.
Perhaps it is as a beautiful soul once suggested: Our wings are in place just simply not visible to our glass-and-grit-filled, foggy, human eyes.
Let the Madness Begin
And may it never end.
How boring it would be
Without Madness to send
Around the next bend,
Straight into and through my head.
Magdalene – Unfinished Where does this stuff come from? Another time, another planet, another me…
Magdalene danced too closely to the weeds and instead of dancing away, fell head first into them. He came upon her struggling, flailing, shrieking, and cursing the weeds. And he tried, honestly tried, to check his temper even when she shouted most unkindly at the vegetation.
“She’s invading their space,” Quentin thought, “not the other way ‘round.”
He offered her a hand, but she never heard nor saw him. Too busy having a tizzy, I presume. Quentin shook his head in disgust and had decided to leave her in this muddy, tangled state, when she struck out blindly at an innocent dandelion. That wasn’t the last straw though, oh no. The last straw was when she yanked the sweet, puffy dandy-lion straight out of the ground. For no reason, none what-so-ever.
Now she merely sits at the side of the road, bundled up tightly with all the other weeds. She’s one of them, though she’d never admit it and couldn’t even if she wanted to. Her roots run deep in the earth and do not allow for dancing. Desperately she tries to hum a tune, but alas and alack she no longer has a mouth.
…There’s a voice in my head that drives my heel…
…The radio’s playing some forgotten song, Brenda Lee’s “Coming on Strong”…
~Golden Earring, “Radar Love”
Strange weather they have in Framble Lee. It rains pink candy drops. Cool thing is, if you catch these pink drops on your tongue they are zero calories. Zero. And they’re tasty. Nice, eh?
Huh. Somehow I heard “Framble Lee is coming on strong.” Turns out the actual lyric in Golden Earring’s “Radar Love” is slightly different. But then, I got a pretty cool little doodle out of mis-hearing it. And now I find myself wondering about the Land of Framble Lee and who else besides these two inhabit it.
Under the Sea in Framble Lee.
I guess there’s a race of large spear carrying, sort-of-semi-onion beings who live beneath Framble Lee’s oceans, too.
Okay, I think that’s a enough Sunday Madness for today.
Though breath sprays work best, Doreen found many uses for the Tic Tacs she always carried in her pocket. Not all the beasts encountered on her journeys kept up with dental hygiene the way that she did…
Found in a desk drawer amongst leaves of sketches…
…drawn for a dear friend, Doreen was happy to once again see the light of day. Or even the dark of night…it did not matter as long as she was out of that stuffy old drawer.
- Take them out of that stuffy, musty, fussy ol’ desk drawer or off that crusty, never-oft-used, way, way, back, back burner. Set them free, set them free, let them sing, let them dance, or even put you in a faery trance and you will see what true reigning pleasure that they can bring.