She sits amidst a rainbow of tools,
She opens the door to her mind…
Before long the room is filled with possibilities.
Wand in hand, she lets the magic flow through her fingers.
Is it sorcery or is it artistry?
We may never know.
I made this a year ago for Froggie’s birthday and damn if it’s not hard to try and reblog it again for you all to see. I had to take the original and put it on this date.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it again and that Froggie has a great day.
I now give you:
THE JOKER (To the same tune from the Steve Miller Band)
Some people call him the “Space Cowboy”, yeah.
Some call him the “Gangster of Love”.
Some people call him “Maurice” (woot wooo).
Cause he speaks of the pompatus of love.
People talk about him, baby.
Say he’s doin it wrong, doin it wrong.
Well don’t you worry baby, don’t worry.
Cause he’s right here, right here, right here right here at home.
He plays his music in the sun.
He gets his lovin’ on the run.
Wooo Hoooo Ooooooh.
(Cue psychadelic funk music.)
Maybe it’s because it’s late, but I’m feeling a bit nostalgic about an old friend. We parted ways 8 or so months ago, but today is their birthday.
It’s one of those things where I still want to be a good friend and let them know that I was thinking of them and that they were not forgotten on this special day. At the same time, I know toward the end of days together it was pretty apparent that they didn’t really care if I stayed or left.
So I guess that brings up a question of friendship. If one person doesn’t want you to be their friend anymore, is that suppose to completely negate the friendship? Whether they care about me or not, still doesn’t keep me from caring for them and wishing them the best.
But I don’t want to be a stalker or some pathetic fool who can’t let go, so I guess instead of contacting them, I’ll just say it here.