inspirations & musings from a 21st century smarty-pants
Damn. Just damn.
Anjelica Huston by Annie Leibovitz
'He charges you a nickel just to shine one shoe
He makes the oldest kind o’leather look like new
You feel as though you wanna dance when he gets through
He’s a great big bundle o’ joy
He pops the boogie woogie rag
The Chattanoogie shoe shine boy’
Mid-Century Cha Cha
I would relish such an invitation.
This is a M_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
For my days vanish like smoke;
my bones burn like glowing embers.
My heart is blighted and withered like grass;
I forget to eat my food.
In my distress I groan aloud
and am reduced to skin and bones.
I am like a desert owl,
like an owl among the ruins.
I lie awake; I have become
like a bird alone on a roof.
All day long my enemies taunt me;
those who rail against me use my name as a curse.
For I eat ashes as my food
and mingle my drink with tears
because of your great wrath,
for you have taken me up and thrown me aside.
My days are like the evening shadow;
I wither away like grass.
— Psalm 102 Verses 3:11
Take the leap.