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.
Beautiful and elusive. Someday again….
In Bed by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, 1864-1901.
The amazing and turbulent Johnny and June.
Robert Downey Jr. circa 1986
Awww. All young and pouty and drugged out.