I'm the next act; waiting in the wings

Original Artwork titled Florida Beach
http://www.etsy.com/listing/88366391/florida-beach-i-original-mixed-media?ref=pr_shop

This Christmas is the best Christmas because I finally believe again.

I believe in the power of art. The power of creative energy; the ability
to transcend that energy into emotion. To give it a purpose beyond material.

Talula Love Bottoms or possibly
Ta-hula Love Bottoms embodies this idea and for me to see that energy take its own shape;

Well...

It simply blew my mind. To all of you who are on the Talula train...
we will travel far and swift. The point has tipped and I am loaded.

Bowing my head in honor of two things in my life that have made this possible...
surrender and love.

True love. My sunsets are yours.
Asheville is about to experience a rare and wonderful vortex!
Talula's coming home. xo

Radiohead
"All I Need"

I'm the next act
Waiting in the wings

I'm an animal
Trapped in your hot car

I am all the days
That you choose to ignore

You are all I need
You are all I need
I'm in the middle of your picture
Lying in the reeds

I'm a moth
Who just wants to share your light

I'm just an insect
Trying to get out of the night

I only stick with you
Because there are no others

You are all I need
You're all I need
I'm in the middle your picture
Lying in the reeds

It's all wrong
It's all right
It's all wrong

But ANYWAY. Talula Loves Chuck Klosterman

Dear Chuck Klosterman,


I'm not sure if I love you or hate you.
I just know that I enjoy you for the across the board
stream of things you make me feel when I read your words.

Thanks for that. I'm stoked on you today.
Talula Loves Chuck.

Chuck Loves Talula.

"If you define your personality as creative, it only means you understand what is perceived to be creative by the world at large, so you're really just following a rote creative template. That's the opposite of creativity. Everybody is wrong about everything, just about all the time.

But ANYWAY...”
― Chuck Klosterman

While you were in Puerto Rico....

Original Artwork titled
Puerto Rico

I fell in love with the lines of you.
The written word of your heart.

I, with confidence, then drew your heart into mine.
It was a simple blend of perfection.

You are water to my fire. You are the sea to my shore.
You are all of the books of poetry I've read
searching for a sign of you within the text.

I imagine your temperature mixing with mine, our
salty waters combining into one. Finally.

You are the crashing wave of my soul.

I'm going down the coast to M.E.X.I.C.O

I am getting KILLED.

So...I decided to spend a few minutes with The Kills, in

"M.E.X.I.C.O"

Running into trouble
Running into trouble
You got heavenly eyes
A thousand highs
Always on a mission
It's not lovin'
It's not kissin'
It's the heavenly ride
You still got wheels, kid.
If i go missing
Don't you worry for me
I'm just writing
My side of the story
Just like jackie
I'm briting my lips
Scoring my mind
With whatever i can find

I'm going down the coast
To M.E.X.I.C.O see you

I'm going down the coast
To M.E.X.I.C.O see you

I'm going down the coast
To M.E.X.I.C.O see you

_________________________________

Here's the deal.

I am so grateful and stoked that my artwork is doing so well.
This is my dream. I am most happy and content when I am submerged (HA) in my artwork.

So...If you are reading this; here is a love coupon for my Etsy store.

Its all in gratitude. 10% off any purchase. Just type in

TALULALOVESME at checkout.

Because she does. She really, really does....and she loves you even more.

Talula Loves Me....she really does. xo

Here's the deal.

I am so grateful and stoked that my artwork is doing so well.
This is my dream. I am most happy and content when I am submerged (HA) in my artwork.

So...If you are reading this; here is a love coupon for my Etsy store.

Its all in gratitude. 10% off any purchase. Just type in

TALULALOVESME at checkout.

Because she does. She really, really does.

xo

Have I found you, flightless bird?

"Have I found you
Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding or lost you, american mouth
Big pill stuck going down"

I was painting
and this song came on today. I sat here and cried.

The timing to all of this is so ironic.

I am at a tipping point.

The feeling is exhilarating.
I have worked so hard to get myself back on
the path; that I once wandered so terribly far from.

And wow.
wow.
wow.

wow.

This IS torture and bliss all in one breath.
and I am creating from the part of me that I thought was so far gone.

There is no turning back. There is no something else.
This is it.

and I'm so ok with it whatever it is!

Iron and Wine
Flightless Bird, American Mouth


I was a quick wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere

Have I found you?
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big pill looming

Now I'm a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Curl through the wide fence cracks
Kissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you
Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding or lost you, american mouth
Big pill stuck going down

I love a frisky boy!!!

Thought I would take a few moments (from painting)
and catch you up with whats going on in the studio.

Its funny...I'm working really hard at this art thing.
I sold 9 paintings yesterday and it's the most paintings I've sold in one day, outside of a show. Some were sold from a gallery and some were sold from my Etsy site.
Either way I was super excited....at the same time I was also really proud of myself.

Like I said...I've been working really hard.

So...I was asked what it is that I think I've been doing differently to inspire
the sales. As you know if you read my blog..I've recently relocated. One of the reasons why I thought it was important to relocate was to see if the energy of my artwork and of Talula Love Bottoms is still real and powerful outside of the comfort of my friends and family. I don't know a whole lot of people here and I don't really do much but paint and shamelessly self promote.

However, I realized a few things recently that have spurred my ability to be successful. 1. I feel pretty comfortable in my work. I can paint anything. I am gifted in that...however the process I use for my work is very challenging for me because it causes me to have to practice limitations, time frames and minimalism.

You have no idea how much I want to sink into a 10 day oil painting that is 10 feet x 10 feet and extreme. I want it so bad...but right now; my focus is the business end of my work; which involves a recession style art sales technique focused on allowing people to understand and experience the energy of art in difficult times.

I've also fallen in love. I am completely, thrown off the roof in love!!!!

With a stray cat that has a massive head wound. I named him Head-wound Harry.
It is a self inflicted head-wound as he has ear mites that I believe are driving him completely insane. But despite the gashed, gaping, gooing wound....we seem to be compatible and committed. He follows me around like any new beau should.
He's not a fan of the yellow burdock root I try to eye drop into his ears...but we are coming to terms with who's the boss here. lol. He has these blue eyes that melt me and he bites me when I pet him...I love a frisky boy!!!

Harry and I have been spending our days in the studio, enjoying inspiration...pulling from the ideas that originally created and allowed Talula to
evolve. Working on a new surf, flag series. I'm enjoying this because its allowing me to pull together a few of the repeated themes I like to use in my work such as shantys, celebrations, words, and we'll see...It's coming together quite nicely.

I haven't been listening to a whole lot these past few days but I will give a shout out to the She & Him Christmas Album. A Very She and Him Christmas! LOVE it!!!!

Not that I celebrate this thing called Christmas but music is my life so I need to take it in seasonally as well.

Cheers to you and yours me and mine.

Action Debut Rendezvous

Talula is busy.

Busy.
Busy.
Busy.

She feels the pull of something bigger.
Not sure exactly what it is...
but it has presented itself in a magical
and mysterious way.
Intrigue. Creative energy.
Humor.

It feels safe.

As reckless and restless as we know Talula to be...
She'd like a pause every now and again;
until travel calls her.

Spending a lot of time in the studio; normally means
keeping company with music.

Music is Talulas saving grace, her mentor, her lover,
her hopes, her dreams.

Her sanity.

To share that...is her passion as it goes hand and hand with her artwork.
There are songs to be sung;
and work to be done.

Thank you for any moment you have taken to share with
me my work and my love of music, words, and misc. obscurities....

Playing in the studio today...
No lyrics with this one; but the artwork
received its title.

Thank you again Emily Wells. I am so inspired by you, and most often when I need it the most!

Destruction of the soul is vanity

Stiff-necked fools, you think you are cool
To deny me for simplicity.
Yes, you have gone for so long
With your love for vanity now.
Yes, you have got the wrong interpretation
Mixed up with vain imagination.

In all my years I hadn't taken a moment to sit and watch the
leaves falling.

There are a few moments in my life that I have been overwhelmed by
natures glory. (there's a word I don't use often).
One of them was a moonrise over the Channel Islands Santa Cruz.
I'll never forget the scale of it.

I'm heavy under the work load right now. Waiting for the switch to flick and
for creativity kick in, take over, un-distract me.

It has become apparent to me that I need to work on my vocabulary and/or the part of my brain that produces the thing that we called
the classic one off.
God. I miss you.
Or..God, I miss you.
Get off the cross, I need the wood.

Go kindly into your day.

For Laura!

In completion of a painting I somewhat struggled with and post conversation with a friend about the end result of said struggle or in context struggles.

It's hard to paint for a friend. You have all this emotion between you, the artwork, your day, your desire to be good and kind...and produce something that tells someone elses story with your hand.

November is the month that my friends brother passed away a few years ago. I didn't know what month it was until Laura posted on Facebook. I was trying to tighten it up...put a few finishing lines on it that were intended to make it great. I kept getting kinda...nervous I guess. Thinking about her...and how difficult of a situation that must be. How strong and amazing she is...our conversation this summer about her family and her ties to her current location.

I spend two days really struggling with it. I just thought to myself...how can I make a difference in her life? How can I maybe give her a smile or a random escape. It's difficult to paint for friends.

But..I nailed it. I just kept using it to push me a little further with the work and as frustrated as I was; I was determined to produce something really great that was about her and that tells her story.

She surfs, she travels, she's a great daughter, an always smiling wife, a fabulous jeweler...in fact she is the ONLY Talula Jeweler that I want in the project because she defines a lot of who I want Talula to be. She's a sister, a friend and a quiet, peaceful soul. I am grateful for her in my life.

AND!!! she taught me how to paste a random head on FB. (putnam). lol. It still makes me laugh.

xoxo Laura. Thank you for letting me make this artwork for you. It's often hard to explain the importance of engaging in emotion and struggle in art. Not that EITHER of us intended a simple photograph to turn into a lesson of sorts...but what else is art for?

Happy November!

This is love, this is porn...

Original Artwork
Collection titled individually
Zodiac Collection
Umbrella name:
Random Building Tween Crack
Listless
Virtue
Scalding Scorn Arched God
Wasted
Fishing


Damien Rice
I remember

I remember it well
The first time that I saw
Your head around the door
'Cause mine stopped working

I remember it well
There was wet in your hair
I was stood in the stairs
And time stopped moving

I want you here tonight
I want you here
'Cause I can't believe what I found
I want you here tonight
I want you here
Nothing is taking me down, down, down...

I remember it well
Taxied out of a storm
To watch you perform
And my ships were sailing

I remember it well
I was stood in your line
And your mouth, your mouth, your mouth...

I want you here tonight
I want you here
'Cause I can't believe what I found
I want you here tonight
I want you here
Nothing is taking me down, down, down...

Except you my love. Except you my love...

Come all ye lost
Dive into moss
I hope that my sanity covers the cost
To remove the stain of my love
Paper maché

Come all ye reborn
Blow off my horn
I'm driving real hard
This is love, this is porn
God will forgive me
But I, I whip myself with scorn, scorn

I wanna hear what you have to say about me
Hear if you're gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want
I remember december
And I wanna hear what you have to say about me
Hear if you're gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want
What the hell do you want?

I see my Marianne walkin' away

He says that Boston's, Boston is the number one, all time best album ever.
I have to laugh.
He's pretty adamant about it too.
"Every single song was a hit"
He might have said chart topper.
Billboard.
Something. I was laughing.
Seriously. How many times I've been played this song.
hahahahahahahahaha!!!!!
But yes...it's a good album. hands down.

Boston
"More Than A Feeling"

I looked out this morning and the sun was gone
Turned on some music to start my day
I lost myself in a familiar song
I closed my eyes and I slipped away

It's more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away

So many people have come and gone
Their faces fade as the years go by
Yet I still recall as I wander on
as clear as the sun in the summer sky

It's more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away

When I'm tired and thinking cold
I hide in my music, forget the day
and dream of a girl I used to know
I closed my eyes and she slipped away
She slipped awa y. She slipped away.

It's more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away

I get the feeling that I'm Stranded in the wrong time Where love is just a lyric in a children's rhyme, a sound bite

Original Artwork available http://www.etsy.com/shop/TalulaLoveBottoms

I never wondered.

Keane
"Is It Any Wonder?"

I, I always thought that I knew
I'd always have the right to
Be living in the kingdom of the good and true
And so on, but now I think I was wrong
And you were laughing along
And now I look a fool for thinking you were on, my side

Is it any wonder I'm tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don't know what's right?

Sometimes
It's hard to know where I stand
It's hard to know where I am
Well maybe it's a puzzle I don't understand
But sometimes
I get the feeling that I'm
Stranded in the wrong time
Where love is just a lyric in a children's rhyme, a sound bite

Is it any wonder that I'm tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don't know what's right?

Oh, these days, after all the misery you made
Is it any wonder that I feel afraid?
Is it any wonder that I feel betrayed?

Nothing left beside this old cathedral
Just the sad lonely spires
How do you make it right

Oh, but you try
Is it any wonder I'm tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don't know what's right?
Oh, these days, after all the misery you made
Is it any wonder that I feel afraid?
Is it any wonder that I feel betrayed?

The Kills. Baby Says. Hello Talula.

Original Artwork
available at
http://www.etsy.com/shop/TalulaLoveBottoms
Sea Shanty V
Talula Love Bottoms by M. Pappano

I just realized that I haven't written about this song yet.

It's been a daily listen and a good friend.
I'm going to spend some time on it..
and what it means to my work.

When a song gets me.
and I get it...
and that connection is made.
It's holy to me.
It's where I find God.

Thugs of God.

His guitar....that sound; makes me believe.
I'm already completely in love with Alison. I cut my
bangs in hopes to replicate how she sounds in her music
in my art. Which was foolish..I'm growing them out now.
She is a Goddess.


My art wants the simplicity of this.
The melody.
I'm trying to get there.
To the fair.
Tremble like the fairground lights.

Two distinct voices in harmony with
love.

I'm so ready. You are so far gone.
I feel freedom from the noise.

A Howl of Romance I'll Get!!! and I will. You know I will.

The Kills
Baby Says


Baby says she's dying to meet you
(someone she hasn't met that she believes she could love)
Take you off and make your blood hum
(breath new life into you)
And tremble like the fairground lights
(electricity..and the power of it)


Baby says if ever you see skin as fair
Or eyes as deep and as black as mine
I'll know you're lying
(there's one person in your life who's image
will be the one image you think of when
you think of love, pain, life, death.)

Baby says a howl of romance I'll get
(I want this...sounds so headstrong)
From all your sleeping dogs, you thugs of God
I'll get one yet
(From the one(s) you probably least expect it from)

Baby says for all I've forsaken
(left behind)
Make something of all the noise
(turn chaos into art)
And the mess you're making
And all the time's it's taken
(time. meaningless now)

Baby says there's death in these silver curls
That break open jails
Send you diving for pearls
Without a care in the world
(the knowledge rage vs quiet and how to live it)

Baby says she's dying to meet you
Take you off and make your blood hum
And tremble like the pinball lights
(reminds me of how you feel when you hear a good
bassline)

Baby says a howl of romance I'll get
From all your sleeping dogs, you thugs of God
I'll get one yet
(I will...and I can't wait until I do)

" just Tweeted my Talula Twat all over Twitter...."

Working on a series of artworks titled
The South Africa Surf Series 1960.
SOLD

Moving forward in the branding project of Talula Love Bottoms means expanding visibility.
I updated Twitter and got everything connected just in time to post that I was pretty sure
I had just Tweeted my Talula Twat all over Twitter.

I just wanted to say twat today.

What is twat anyway? Let's find out. By the end of the week we should have a pretty decent collection
of improperly used words.

Urban Dictionary:

TWAT 12617 up, 1547 down

1) A great word to shout out.
2) A woman's vagina.
3) A blow to the face or genitalia.

4) Used by Tweety.

5) An offensive term for a person.
6) Acronym for The War Against Terrorism.
2) "Nice twat there woman."
3) "You twatted me, I'll twat you back."
4) "Where's dat liddle puddy twat?"
5) "Tony Blair's a twat."
6) "TWAT is going well, don't you think?"

Um...yes it really says tweety. I didn't type it in. I'm not that good I can't make stuff up like that.

You can find groping your best way.

Original Mixed Media Artwork SOLD

Maps...
Maps....
and more maps....

I have so many maps right now. The post mistress (why do they call them postmistresses? Let's revisit this in a few..) handed me my package and said in a manly postmistress voice...

"this one's heavy" and I replied "maps" and she...didn't say anything.
I didn't care because in my head I was going!
Maps!
Maps!
Maps! I love maps!!!

..and then there is the moment that I get to touch the maps. Unfold each one into an surprise of color, energy, travel..and even once a coin from the region has fallen out of one.
That's my best story of finding gold at the end of a rainbow.

Then there is the moment when I can't fold them back up but that's a whole other
topic and it probably will involve a email or IM from my college Geography Professor. Of course we keep in touch..we had Chemistry. I mean Geography. lol.

Today my focus is to organize my maps by state and to focus on the bigger picture which is to give the maps the honor and respect they deserve. Sometimes I just rip into them like a cheeseburger...
I love cheeseburgers.
And maps.
Maps. Maps. Maps.

Postmistress: noun,a woman in charge of a post office: term now seldom used. lol.

Endless Traveling Map
Beck

There must be the scene I used to look
Have you seen it already?
In that scene I am standing really far
Draw the map with repetition failure
Burnish my refined sense
And if all roads in this world reaches to a sharpen cliff
Do not be afraid
The map to the future is drawn yourself.

Shouldn't look for short cuts
You can find your own way naturally
Or maybe you've known
Things you've passed aren't everything
The direction you should go

There is no searchlight
You can find groping your best way
No one can figure out if it is right
We are all crossing endless passage

I don't want to talk about conduct life
I don't think I am the answer
All are decided to your circumstances
Much luck across by coincidence
Unhappiness sparks happens many times
All reflects in your mirror
Choose one from many selections
With drawing your endless traveling map

She's running out the door...she's running..she's run. run. run. run. run..

I wasn't sure if I could paint a feather
so I did this study of a feather and as I was doing it onto
the radio....




(yes..I have to listen to the radio
because my ipod is broken and has been broken for so long
that I can also say my ipod is lost...
or possibly stolen. Actually...let's just say I don't have a ipod; and
along with that lets say because I don't have an ipod my life is empty and void of the one thing I love the most.
Music!!!)






....came Creep by Radiohead. You know I love me some head.
Radiohead that is. (see previous blog about additional love of head)
and ironically (isn't that always the case...)
Ironically
You Float Like a Feather...
Thus the creation of this artwork.
Which is available for $20.00 on my Etsy site.

I don't even want to sell it because
I was so excited to see that I could
paint
a
feather....and in doing so summons the devil of the suck ass
radio to play me ONE DECENT SONG...
I thank you for that!!!!
and if there is an IPOD God...
you will send me a new one. Thanks. Appreciate that.
I hate to hear the sound of my breath when I run.
True statement.

Surf Art Week for anyone wanting Holiday's that I don't celebrate like Christmas
Orders.

The waves have come to walk with you...

You have touched my life
So that now
Cathedrals of sound are singing, are singing
The waves have come to walk with you
To where you will live in the land of you,
Land of you
You will not ever be forgotten by me
In the procession of the mighty stars
Your name is sung and tattooed now on my heart
Here I will carry, carry, carry you
Here I will carry, carry, carry you

Forever.

The men who love you, you hate the most. In celebration!!!

Original Mixed Media Artwork by TLB.

I just discovered that I like U2.
They are out of the lineup. John Mayer...moves up to the front next
to Phil Collins.

I do have a disclaimer. The ONLY reason I'm revisiting them is because of the upcoming release of the Achtung Baby Cover Album. Depeche Mode does Your So Cruel.
I never read the lyrics to this song until today.
It's also the albums 20 year anniversary...and that means it was released the year I graduated high school.

There's one person in the world who knows how much I dislike U2.
This one's for you.


We crossed the line
Who pushed who over?
It doesn't matter to you
It matters to me
We're cut adrift
We're still floating
I'm only hanging on
To watch you go down
My love

I disappeared in you
You disappeared from me
I gave you everything you ever wanted
It wasn't what you wanted

The men who love you, you hate the most
They pass RIGHT through you like a ghost
They look for you, but your spirit is in the air
Baby, you're nowhere

Oh...love...
You say in love there are no rules
Oh...love...
Sweetheart,
You're so cruel

Desparation is a tender trap
It gets you every time
You put your lips to her lips
To stop the lie

Her skin is pale like God's only dove
Screams like an angel for your love
Then she makes you watch her from above
And you need her like a drug

Oh...love...
You say in love there are no rules
Oh...love...
Sweetheart,
You're so cruel

She wears my love like a see-through dress
Her lips say one thing
Her movements something else
Oh love, like a screaming flower
Love...dying every hour...love

You don't know if it's fear or desire
Danger the drug that takes you higher
Head in heaven, fingers in the mire

Her heart is racing, you can't keep up
The night is bleeding like a cut
Between the horses of love and lust
We are trampled underfoot

Oh...love... You say in love there are no rules
Oh...love...
Sweetheart,
You're so cruel

Oh...love...
To stay with you I'd be a fool
Sweetheart
You're so cruel
---------------------------------------------------
*A day doesn't go by and I can't wait until it does.

So why am I still feeling blue? RIP Mikey Welsh...Talula likes Black Holes too...only her's is now blue.

I Just Painted My Black Hole...Blue!
Original Mixed Media Artwork
$65.00
Purchase on ETSY.com
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If you have followed my blog at all, then you know a few things about me (or the person I am pretending to be today) which is...
I have a thing with black holes.
I feel some how that the universe and I are connected thru similar energies
as the one's that black holes are created from.
Call me crazy...if you are reading this; you probably have in the past anyway.
It's true.
Or...maybe I'm just messin' with you...
in hopes to turn your black hole blue too.

Ok. Talula Love Bottoms is a branding project as mentioned before.
Consistency is most important when branding something...and as I work diligently
each day to try to take my project to the next level.
I have to practice this.

1. We have the original Talula which we recognize as the girl bending over picking up a bar of Sex Wax titled "Pick Up Your Wax, Bitch" which then evolved into the "Pick up Your Cant's" which is funny bc it sounds like pick up your pants (She's bending over...in her panties...get it??).
2. Pick up your cant's is the basis of the branding project. Flawless freedom in art. I don't believe you when you say you can't. Talula is designed to help you break through the barriers of what you believe art is. What society has convinced you that you "think" you can't do. We do this together and then...
3. You become Talula. Another consistency with this is the phrase "Put your Talula on". It means you can't make any mistakes. You are not judged here you are embraced for your flaws and most often the flaw is the most beautiful part of the art.
I believe that.
4. Consistencies in the art are 1. vintage keys (thank god bc steampunk is all the rage right now) 2. lyrics 3. blackholes. I put a lot of them in the art without people knowing. It's like a present. My energy (Talula energy) in your home...hopefully things don't start falling like dominoes.
If so...
Paint your black hole blue.

This song is from the unreleased
Songs from the Black Hole..go figure.
Just a snippet..the whole thing is kinda weird...which I like.
its a space themed rock opera/musical, it was originally envisioned as the follow-up album to The Blue Album, but over the course of recording, the album's concept was discarded and the album was transformed into Pinkerton.[1] SFTBH was, in the words of songwriter Rivers Cuomo, "supposed to be a whole album of songs trans-ed together," meaning a seamless flow from one song to the next (previous examples of this technique include the closing medley of The Beatles' Abbey Road and various Pink Floyd albums including The Dark Side of the Moon and Wish You Were Here).

In a 2007 Rolling Stone Rock & Roll Daily feature the album was called one of rock music's "mythical lost masterpieces."[2]

Notice the lyrics I highlighted.
Us black hole people are all alike.

2. "Blast Off!" - [1:58]
[Jonas]
Blast off! Up to the stars we go
And leave behind everything I used to know.
Somebody's giving me a whole lot of money to do
What I think I want too
So why am I still feeling blue?

RIP Mikey Welsh

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"Downtown" she says boom boom boom...

Downtown $65.00
Original Mixed Media on Wood
Sold!















I love this painting. From the red to the orange and the slick of grey street down the side...I love all over it.
I like perspective painting..I'm not always that good at it. This piece
just kinda happened. I wanted to paint downtown. I wanted the blue North Carolina
skies to bounce off the window panes. "It's more like cold blue ice in her heart
She feels like kicking out all the windows
And setting fire to this life".

I like working with house paints and wood for a few reasons. 1. I get both free most of the time (ya know...those wood scraps in your garage? The old can of paint from your spare bedroom re-do...) 2. I don't always prime my wood because I want the paint to have it's own relationship with the grain. It's what gives me debth and layers. The paint absorbs and dries quickly which makes my life easier bc I have to be fast and efficient (which again affects my pricing). 3. dry brushing. I just love it. grey over white in a sailboat scene for shadows. SO COOL. Light blue over dark blue for texture in water.

It's the simple things. Once again. That really get me.

An old friend of mine just bought this from me. It is so rewarding when friends buy my work. Especially now that were all older, have homes, and families...artwork tells your story. It's about who you are. When a friend buys art I'm sure there's a few scattered emotions in it as to why they are purchasing. Most of my collectors have a true love of art. I know that. Recently I've shipped to New York, San Francisco, Los Angeles and now Maryland (piggy backed with a Florida). Donna and I used to "run" these galleries in Cape May, Stone Harbor etc...early in our careers. I think she and I both know what this painting reminds us of. All of our downtowns. Our Cape Mays, Our San Frans, (a little shopping center in Marmora with great bagels and tuna subs next door). Its a universal understanding that we all have them. We've working in them, on them, around them, and now maybe some of us own them. I just try to get into them. Like trooper cars and boats. huh Donna. xo. Thank you.

I can't believe I'm doing this..because it goes so against everything I believe but this one's for you D. I still hear you singing it.
Mr. Boombastic


What you want is some boombastic romantic fantastic lover
Shaggy
Mr. Lover lover, Mr. Lover lover, girl, Mr. Lover lover
She call me Mr. Boombastic say me fantastic, touch me in me back
she say I'm Mr. Ro...mantic
She call me Mr. Boombastic say me fantastic, touch me in me back she say
I'm so... Smooth just like silk
Soft and coddle hug me up like a quit
I'm a lyrical lover no take me for no filth
With my sexual physique Jah know me well built
Oh me oh my well well can't you tell
I'm just like a turtle crawling out of my shell
Gal you captivate my body put me under a spell
With your cus cus perfume I love your sweet smell
You are the only young girl that can ring my bell
And I can take rejection so you tell me go to hell

I'm Mr. Boombastic say me fantastic touch me in my back she says I'm Mr
Ro...mantic
I'm Mr. Boombastic say me fantastic touch me in my back she says boom
boom
boom
I'm Mr. Boombastic say me fantastic touch me in my back she says I'm Mr
Ro...mantic
I'm Mr. Boombastic say me fantastic touch me in my back she says boom
boom
boom

Gee wheeze baby please
Let me take you to an island of the sweet cool breeze
You don't fell like drive baby hand me the keys
And I'll take you to a place to set your mind at ease
Don't you tickle my foot bottom ha ha baby please
Don't you play with my nose I might ha chum sneeze
Well you a the bun and me a the cheese
And if me a the rice well you a the peas

[CHORUS]

Give me your loving gal your loving well good
I want your loving gal give it like you should
Give me your loving gal your loving well good
I want your loving gal you remember the woo
Would like to kiss and carress
Rub down every strand of hair on my chest
I'm Boombastic rated as the best
The best you should get nothing more nothing less
Give me your digits jot down your address
I'll bet you confess when you put me to the test
That I'm

[CHORUS]

Gal your admiration if a tick me from the start
With your physical attraction gal you know to feel the spark
A man of few word naw go tell you no sweet talk
Naw go laba laba and a chat pure phart
I'll get straight to the point like a arrow or a dart
Come lay down in my jacuzzi and get some bubble bath
Only sound you will here is the beating of my heart
And we will mmm mmm (kiss) and have some sweet pillow talk
I'm

[CHORUS]

Shaggie
Boombastic

"Pittsbird" Clap tracks line the spaces places papers people stack

Pittsbird $45.00
Original
Mixed Media on wood
with vintage map








The map on this artwork feels like an electrical storm to me.
What I love so much about maps is that they have such expression...
such emotion when applied to artwork.
They give something to the art that my hand doesn't. That's why
I use them. I'm obsessed with them. I love the way they feel, smell; some more than others...just like people.

I made this artwork before and gave it away to someone who said they liked it. I pretended it was a door prize. I wanted to make it again and give the scone bird the opportunity to know what it feels like to be in a shop without scones. Maybe it will lose some weight.

A note on travel (re: maps) like weight...travel lets you lessen your load quiet often. Living simply. I don't (never really have) want for material things...although man I'd love an Audi r8 and if I got rich off my art I'd buy one. No shame...however I won't make an effort to ditch my social and moral standings to get one. I'd also let all my friends and local teenagers drive it for fun. It's an r8. hello.
I made a dream board last night. It listed my goals. Current and future. After I wrote everything down I realized how attainable they all were. Magazine cover. To be published. To have a fenced in yard. Money for vet appointments. etc...maybe a new scarf to hide the paint on my tshirts when I go out in public...but I'd rather learn to knit.

This artwork shows simplicity...let the earth and travel electrify you!

A song...to allow you to continue quietly into your afternoon.

Beastie Boys
Electrify

Words comin forth like water from the tap
Clap tracks line the spaces places papers people stack
Back track through the minutes when the thoughts went insane
I pulled the picture off the cover and blew out the mind games
People say this is the playlist of the void non-bound
But I can say this is the plainness of the peace I've found
It's not the sorrow or the pity that we hope to dismantle
It's the cast of past dice lighting both ends of the candles
Scandelescent in the means I have dreamed on the schemes
Reunited in the times of such picturesque scenes
Can I get a witness to testify
Open your eyes realize electrify

So I plan and I scam and write it off on my taxes
It's times like these I'll just go with the decisions of the masses
And to the crowds who've come before with their profit massing ways
To the greed that fucked it up and brought it down to today
With pain I stand sane and remain holding strong
Whilst all around me those who clowned me are now drowning by the throngs
It's illogical the actions that are typically displayed
A set back ain't all that much problem to invade
So I will glow like a lantern on a new moon night
I'll fight violence with these hands that weren't built to fight
But like a furnace burning coal my goals are bound to burn in flames
Whether achieved or dismantled by the agendas displayed
Can I get a witness to testify?
Open your eyes realize electrify

I smash this verse, then I swag and surf

Surf Days $55.00
Mixed Media on Wood
House Paint and Charcoal


















Surf Days is a revisited artwork like Contemplation VI is. When I first started to work on artworks that I thought would be "sell-able" I wanted to create that one figurative image that makes you feel like you are at the beach. Something that everyone could relate to with out it being too over the top. No holding hands..but still a closeness that shows comfort. Familiarity. Like your paddling out with your best friend. Respect.

It's what I love most about this piece. That moment where to two charcoal lines come close to connecting. As an artist...Charcoal isn't always on the same line as you...the charcoal that I prefer is so thin that it snaps about every 3rd line I make. I try to flow my lines into one movement like Matisse did. I love the idea of expressing emotion or the idea of something with one line. It's amazing when it works.

Its like music.

Which brings me to the closer.

The Clash
Charlie Don't Surf

Charlie don't surf and we think he should
Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good
Charlie don't surf for his hamburger mama
Charlie's gonna be a napalm star

Everybody wants to rule the world
must be something we get from birth
one truth is we never learn
satellites will make space burn

We been told to keep the strangers out
we don't like 'em starting to hang about
we don't like 'em over town
across the world we're gonna blow 'em down

The reign of the superpowers must be over
so many armies can't free the earth
soon the rock will roll over
Africa is choking on their coca-colas

Charlie don't surf and we think he should
Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good
Charlie don't surf for his hamburger mama
Charlie's gonna be a napalm star

There's a one-way street in a one horse town
a lot of one way people starting to brag around
you can laugh, put 'em down
these one way people gonna mow us down

Gung ho gung ho

Contempation VI

Contemplation VI $75.00
Original Mixed Media on Wood
House paint and charcoal














Contemplation VI is a repeated image that I do for each show; though different each time. She is pensive. Contemplative. Sometimes her head is forward, often to the side. She is one of the only images I do with a face. Never the same face. Never the same girl...
I love the way the figure fills the space. Normally I don't put a foot in but I wanted to see how the image would change if I pulled it from edge to edge. I think it works.
In the entire collection of 6 (all except this one have sold...most to the same person.) there is one hand (owned by Jamie Kelly) and now...one foot.

The knots in the wood always appear in the shoulder of the Contemplation Series. There is also one in the elbow of VI. The wood is the basis of the story, it is where the figure often emerges from.

I like the ever changing...but similar idea of this piece and hope to continue doing more repeated yet evolving pieces...especially the one's my collectors love and relate to.

I just painted my black hole...blue "Circles Again" Solo Artist Exhibition

Talula Love Bottoms by M. Pappano
"Circles Again"
Solo Artist Exhibition
Red Star
North Carolina















"Circles Again" is inspired by...think hard. Circles.
1
a : ring, halo
b : a closed plane curve every point of which is equidistant from a fixed point within the curve
c : the plane surface bounded by such a curve
2 :archaic : the orbit of a celestial body
3 : something in the form of a circle or section of a circle: as
a : diadem
b : an instrument of astronomical observation the graduated limb of which consists of an entire circle
c : a balcony or tier of seats in a theater
d : a circle formed on the surface of a sphere by the intersection of a plane that passes through it
e : rotary 2
4 : an area of action or influence : realm
5
a : cycle, round
b : fallacious reasoning in which something to be demonstrated is covertly assumed
6 : a group of persons sharing a common interest or revolving about a common center
7 : a territorial or administrative division or district
8 : a curving side street

The body of work evolved from 1. my obsession with black holes..thus my new coined term "I just painted my black hole...blue". The ability to symbolically apply these "holes" aka "circles" into my art. 2. The actual symbolism as read above in the circle specifically 6 : a group of persons sharing a common interest or revolving about a common center and 3. when discussing what to title this collection "circles" popped into my head and (as always)...the Tori Amos song titled "Cloud on my Tongue"(s) lyrics "Circles and Circles and Circles Again" kept repeating over and over. As well as the IRONIC fact that the location of the exhibition is spun right off of a circle...the poorly engineered thing that you drive around and pray (this is where the a : ring, halo might apply) that you don't crash.

I seriously thought I left my circles in Jersey.

Tori Amos
Cloud on my Tongue

Someone's knockin on my kitchen door
Leave the wood outside
What all the girls here are freezing cold
Leave me with your Borneo
I don't need much to keep me warm

Don't stop now what you're doin
What you're goin my ugly one
Bring them all here
Hard to hide a hundred girls in your hair
It won't be fair if I hate her
If I ate her you can go now

You're already in there
I'll be wearing your tattoo
You're already in there

Got a cloud sleeping on my tongue
He goes then it goes and kiss the violets
As they're waking up

Leave me with your Borneo
Leave me the way I was before

You're already in there
I'll be wearing your tattoo
I'm already in
Circles and circles and circles again
The girl's in

Someone's knockin on my kitchen door
Leave the wood outside
What all the girls here are freezing cold

You can go now

You're already in there
I'll be wearing you tattoo
You're already in there
Thought I was over the bridge now
I'm already in
Circles and circles and circles again
The girl's in
Circles and circles
Got to stop spinning
Circles and circles and circles again
Thought I was over the bridge now

Steam punk and a latte please oh...and $200 to buy this art for Talula. Thanks.

Artwork by Jason Strutz

I want this I want this I want this I want this I want this I want this

Every now and again and artwork gets inside my skin. As soon I saw this artwork it sucked me into its soul. I must find a way to own it...it being the original.


It tells my story.
Floating.
The animals are in control.
Travel.
Fearless adventure.
Grit.

Heart in ropes. Tide down. Not available.

So, there's this great gallery cafe around town called Davenport & Winkleperry. Is one of those places that you walk into and it's an ahhhhhh ha! moment. Progressive. Edgy. Unique. Has instant presence...performance art and really good energy. Check out the website and like it on facebook. Some of the best art I've seen in a long time. Lot's of steam punk and arms...clocks and keys...coffee..games, art night, knitting night, music, comedy...you name it is the fun house of fun houses. It makes me excited about being here and being active and present in my work. Being inspired by others is so important to me that I'm stoked to promote this fine establishment and as soon as I have an extra $200.00 I will be a paying patron...until then I have to find out a way to sabotage anyone else from purchasing this piece. It's Chaos and Orange behind the wheel. So in love with it!!!!! Thank you Jason for being an amazing artist!!!

Some links to visit:
http://www.davenportandwinkleperry.com/

http://strutzillustration.com/illustration-portfolio

So fresh and so clean, clean...lick you like a lizard.

Cleaned the Studio
Which is comparable to ginger between sushi rolls...

Fresh. Clean. Palette.
Often I've wished I was the artist who just kept an easel in the corner...
with paints and brushes near by. A simple space.
I've wished I worked on one piece at a time..instead of 10.

I am chaotic when I work...to say the least.
Maps strewn everywhere.
Crates of wood.
Crates of metal.
Crates of crates for installation pieces.
I don't look at myself in the mirror for days.
Paint everywhere. The dog is forced to find a spot to lay between
National Geographic and old bibles.

Luckily each show or installation is something new and exciting for me...
Something fresh...
My next show...I've decided to go for whimsical, light and colorful!!!
Balloons, kites, bubbly waves, happy scone birds....
I'm going to let some of my intensities fall away.
I'm going to break my own rules in hopes to evolve.

I'm not going to rip out a dictionary page.
I'm not going to search for numbers and symbols...
I'm not going to apply my OCD into this collection.
I am confident I can do it without the anchor of information other
than what is in my own head and hands.

I am going to pick a song though. I'm not sure what yet...
but something raw, and intense and thought provoking. It will
find me before I find it.

In whimsy we shall hold hands and dance through this collection...
oh; and Talula sews so we're going to see some thread and maybe
some fabric...

Talula Love Bottoms is mixed...mixed media that is!


Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean
(So fresh and so clean clean)
Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dressed so fresh so clean
(So fresh and so clean clean)
Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean
(So fresh and so clean clean)
I love when you stare at me I'm dressed so fresh so clean
(So fresh and so clean clean)

[Big Boi]
Sir Luscious got gator belts and patty melts and Monte Carlo's
And El Dorado's I'm waking up out of my slumber feeling like Ralo
So follow it's showtime at the Apollo
Minus the Kiki Shepard what about a ho in a leopard-print
Teddy Pendergrass cooler than Freddie Jackson
Sippin a milkshake in a snowstorm
Left my throat warm in the dorm room at the AU
We blew hay too, athletes might take you
But you must have me mistaken with them statements that you make
Cause

[Chorus]

[Big Boi]
Canary yellow, '79 Seville is on display
My nigga Bungle whipped it up so I gone get my rims today
So a nigga can ride out to the honeycomb hideout
I'm gonna show you how to wild out like Jack Tripper
Let me be bambino on your snippas
YKK on yo zippa lick you like a lizard
When I'm slizzard or sober 6 million ways to fold ya
Like Noah I get twos of you and you get pretty deep
But I'll call yo ass round 8-ish I know you'll be there for me
Cause

[Chorus]

[Andre 3000]
Those huge baby eyes get to running off at they mouth
Tellin me everything that's on yo nasty mind
They say your malnutrition in need of vitamin D
And inviting me to that tingle in yo spine
I love who you are I love who ya ain't you're so Ann Frank
Let's hit the attic to hide out for bout two weeks
Rick James and no chains and whips I do suck lips
Till hips jerk and double time the boy next door's a freak
Ha Ha

[Chorus]

(And we are...) the coolest motherfuckers on the planet
(In my mind...) the sky is falling ain't no need to panic
(But Oh oh.....) I got a stick and want yo automatic
(Oh oh oh...) Compatible created in the attic
[repeat]

Punish. Repeat. Punish. Repeat.

Reckless
Satiated
Fully
Exasperated

Masturbated

Executed
Prostituted
Lonely
Substituted

Grounded
Floating
Spent
Gloating

Pressured
Measured
Falsely
Treasured

Prompted
Pushed
Lifted
Smushed

Punished
Repeated
Punished
Repeated

Languid
Lost
Lustful
Tossed

Voiced
Screamed
Beaten
Reamed

Tangled
Twisted
Fucked
Fisted

Listen
Hard
Foolish
Marred

Moist
Motioned
Silent
Emotion

Coughing
Choking
Fuming
Smoking

Still
Soft
Sad
Lost

Lonely
Cold
Forgotten
Sold

Faded
Jaded
Tasted
Wasted

Punish
Repeat
Punish
Repeat

"I always use maps in my work! It's the desire of travel.. the desire of adventure..."

"I always use maps in my work.

It's the desire of travel
the desire of adventure
it's that when you look at a map...
it's where you're from
it's where you're going
it's where you've been and it's where you want to be...
it kinda tells your story
and the artwork IS truly about your story...
it's who you are.
And...I think...that if I can give that to someone in
an installation piece
it's the direction that I want to go."

-Maryanne Pappano

To the church no intent to repent

Artwork
Talula Love Bottoms
Title "Diving Back into my Black(Hole)"

Black
Danger Mouse and Daniele Luppi
featuring Norah Jones

We touch the walls of a city streets, and
Didn't explain
Sadly showed us our ways
Of never asking why
Cast down,
It was heaven sent, and
To the church no intent to repent
On my knees, just to cry

Until you travel to that place you can't come back
Where the last pain is gone and all that's left is black

Bright nights cease coming to me, and
Some day
They'll punish my deeds, and they'll find
All the crimes
But then they ask when they going to see them
Then they're going to
Ask to feel the ghosts, the walls, the dreams
Oh, I've got mine

At last those coming came and they never looked back
With blinding stars in their eyes but all they saw was black

Fooled them, hoping to seem
Like the sweat of evil,
But the product of greed, and
It's not a mask, so be honest with me
They can't afford to ignore that I'm a disease
Practical, since we had to be, and
When they were old they came back to me
And they tried, oh they tried

And when you follow through and wind up on your back
Looking at up those stars in the sky those white clouds have turned it black

Make Some Noise if your with me! Talula's hanging out with her Beasties today!

How does Talula feel about The Beastie Boys?
and assessing value/worth to art?

1. The Beastie Boys are insanely talented. I wake up in the morning just so I can listen to the new album. The beats fuel my soul.

2. How much would I pay for this?

Worth. What is it worth. In a recession. In a booming economy. In downtrodden times. In excessive wealth.

What is anything worth.
I am an addict.

I have addictive personality traits and there are somethings that I can't say no to and I will go to any extent to get it.

If you are thirsty you seek water.
If you are hungry you seek food.
If you are cold you seek warmth.
If you have been told you are worthless...
you seek worth.

You can be addicted to anything really. I am addicted to The Beastie Boys. I am not in denial about it...but I may need help; eventually - just a few more listens and then I will stop I swear.

I also have trouble with worth. But...I have a statement that is true in all things.
You are the only one who can assess the true value of something in your life.

Talula needs to work on her value. You see...sometimes she's told that there's a line that's just not quite right; and at that moment her world crashes down around her and what was a great painting moments before is now just a painting with fucked up lines. She closes her eyes...shakes her head to try to shake it off.

She's gonna be shaking a lot off in the next few weeks...because she's decided that she's worth it. She's more than worth it. She's expensive.

She is someones Beastie Boys album.

With that:
MAKE SOME NOISE!!!!!

Yeah
Get up
Yeeeah
Uhh

Yes, here we go again give you more nothing lesser
Back on the mic is the anti-depresser
Adrock, no pressure, yes we need this
The best is yet to come and yes believe this

[Mike D:]

Lego my ego while I flex my ego
Step off my seko dressed up tuxedo
Sipping coffee playing keno in the casino
Want a lucky number? ask Mike Dino

[MCA:]

I burn the competition like a flame thrower
My rhymes age like wine as I get older
I'm getting bolder competition is waning
I got the feeling and I'm single laning

We got a party on the left a party on the right
We gonna party for the muther fucking right to fight

Make some noise if your with me
Make some noise if your with me
Make some noise if your with me
Make some noise if your with me

[Mike D:]

Armed as erection popular election
Getting paid every year like tax collection
Hear my perfection rotary connection
Taking MCs down by lethal rap injection

[MCA:]

I'm like an ornithologist when I get pissed
You must of drank a fizzy lifting drink and you got lifted
And sifted I'm just wiff and when I catch MCs it's time for wing clipping

[Ad-Rock:]

I fly like a hawk or better yet an eagle a seagull
I sniff suckers out like a beagle
My ego is off and running and gone
Cause I'm about the best and if you diss than that's wrong

We got a party on the left a party on the right
We gonna party for the muther fucking right to fight

Make some noise if your with me
Make some noise if your with me
Make some noise if your with me
Make some noise if your with me

[MCA:]

Pass me the scalpel I'll make an incision
I'll cut off the part of your brain that does the bitching
Put it in formaldehyde and put it on the shelf
And you can show it to your friends and say that's my old self

[Ad-Rock:]

Can do me nothing can't tell me nada
Don't quote me now because I'm doing the lambada
The forbidden dance heres my chance
To make romance in my b-boy stance

[Mike D:]

Parle romancing into the financing
Opened up a restaurant with Ted Danson
The roaches check in but they never check out
I set the record straight no doubt

We got a party on the left a party on the right
We gonna prty for the muther fucking right to fight

Make some noise if your with me
Make some noise if your with me
Make some noise if your with me
Make some noise if your with me

Thumbing through the pages of my fantasies

"Thoughtless"
by Maryanne Pappano

Pungent
is the scent that waifs through the air
of the unwanted word
the lost and lonely vowel
the dangling tangent

Crude
is the discarded verb
that wasn't allow to describe it's feelings
plagued with an ad
substituted for a less inviting fauna.

Lonely
is the noun who wasn't slotted
in a mad libs
or in a prayer, or a poem.

Lyrical
is the sound of song with
mmmmm's and ahhhh's and ohhhh's
rhythmically placed for us
to hummmmmm; and never
misspelled.

___________________________________

Words. That's all they are. As an artist...
let me repeat myself AGAIN. Inspiration is rare.
Traveling can often be lonely.
I am often alone. I'm finding friendships in words.
I'm recycling old rhymes to pump me up for my morning sessions.

Sitting in front of the blank canvas. IE: yesterdays "In my circus of a life"..
It was a line that stemmed from the art I had done the day before. "No Strings Attached".

The rest; meaningless to my life...maybe pertinent to your own.
I am quite happy these days you see. Sometimes the broken shows it's shard but not often anymore.
I am, however, enjoying my disciplines. I've given myself up to a schedule.
Sounds horrifying to me as well.
Wake up. Stretch. Hop the dog. downward the same animal. breathe. (I always forget to breathe). Write. Pick a theme song. Start sketching. Juice. Sketch. Read. Juice. Paint. Juice. etc....
It is the formula that seems to work for me. It balances me. If it seems as if I'm venting in my words. I may be. But I'm present in the reasoning the words are outside of me...and not inside of me, anymore.

SELFISHLY....I really get off on reading my own stuff. I love the way it rolls sometimes. Makes me feel like Alison Mosshart or Emily Wells, Tori at best, at worst a little Beck and our trips to the landfill.

Today's writing is what will stimulate my labels. Serves a purpose. I don't do much anymore these days without reason. "where the reasons are treason
and the loss
is a gain and vise versa.." from Inquisitions and Fears.

So there. their. I still always screw them up. Breathe. ha.

Korn
Thoughtless

Thumbing through the pages of my fantasies,
Pushing all the mercy down, down, down.
I wanna see you try to take a swing at me.
Come on, gonna put you on the ground, ground, ground.

Why are you trying to make fun of me?
You think it's funny?
What the fuck you think you're doing to me?
You take your turn lashing out at me.
I want you crying with your dirty ass in front of me.

All of my hate cannot be bound.
I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming.
So, you can try to tear me down,
Beat me to the ground,
I will see you screaming.

Thumbing through the pages of my fantasies,
I'm above you smiling as you drown, drown, drown.
I wanna kill and rape you, the way you raped me.
It's on, pull the trigger and you're down, down, down.

Why are you trying to make fun of me?
You think it's funny?
What the fuck you think you're doing to me?
You take your turn lashing out at me.
I want you crying with your dirty ass in front of me.

All of my hate cannot be bound.
I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming.
So, you can try to tear me down,
Beat me to the ground,
I will see you screaming.

All my friends are gone; they died.
(Gonna take you down!!!)
They all screamed and cried...
(Gonna take you down!!!)

I can never forget
never forget
I can get nowhere.
I never forget
never forget.
(Gonna take you down!!!)
I can never forget
never forget
I can get nowhere.
I never forget
never forget.
(Gonna take you down!!!)
I can never forget
never forget
I can get nowhere.
I never forget
never forget.
(Gonna take you down!!!)
I can never forget
never forget
I can get nowhere.
I never forget
never forget.
(Gonna take you down!!!)

All of my hate cannot be bound.
I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming.
So, you can try to tear me down,
Beat me to the ground,
I will see you screaming.
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IE: I only picked this song..1. (most importantly) is because the acoustic version is one of the most amazing songs I've ever heard. 2.) the title is "Thoughtless" and 3.) Because I simply thought that it was relevant to the poetry because of the K..in Korn.

It all comes back to corn.

Good Morning Mr. Magpie...would you like to Prime a Surfboard with me?

"up this hour"

when you come inside me
I start to feel
again
when you push and pull
and rage
against my skin
I start to peel
away
the fear's a way
of never having to say what I really mean
say what I really want
say what I really said
again
When you play with me
I start to reel
and
when you push it out
it
actually
leaves.
Seek inside your soul for the hole
that's left you so untouchable and
plug it with
the nothing
you are left with
and
I'll watch you float into the sky like a balloon
lost from a childs hand
grains of sand tipped towards the sky
roll the die
i am untied.
i am untied.
i am untied.

"Lotus Flower"
-Radiohead

I will shape myself into your pocket
Invisible, do what you want, do what you want
I will shrink and I will disappear
I will slip into the groove and cut me up, and cut me up

There's an empty space inside my heart
Where the weeds take root
And now I'll set you free
I'll set you free
There's an empty space inside my heart
Where the weeds take root
Tonight I'll set you free
I'll set you free

Slowly we unfurl
As lotus flowers
'Cause all I want is the moon upon a stick
Just to see what if
Just to see what is
I can't kick your habit
Just to feed your fast ballooning head
Listen to your heart

We will shrink and be quiet as mice
While the cat is away; do what we want
Do what we want

There's an empty space inside my heart
Where the weeds take root
So now I set you free
I set you free

'Cause all I want is the moon upon a stick
Just to see what if
Just to see what is

Put the lotus flower into my room

Slowly we unfurl
As lotus flowers
'Cause all I want is the moon upon a stick
I dance around a pit
The darkness is beneath
I can't kick your habit
Just to feed your fast ballooning head
Listen to your heart

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So...I like to wake up in the morning and read. Obviously.
It seems to shape my day into whatever creative mode I need to be in.
Today...I need to paint a bad design onto a surfboard.
eh. I thought...maybe Radiohead could give me a visual or a place
to go while I took on this task.
So, I read Lotus Flower from the new King of Limbs album.
Gotta say. Love this song. Love the scattered way he writes.
Kinda like read between the lines...their music is the same. This album especially.
So. The above poem..or whatever you want to call it.
Is me channeling Radiohead....so that I can paint this bad design like it
is a lotus flower unfolding into something
tangible before me. Let's hope it puts me in the right space.
I do aim to please.
And what do you think??? Does "Up This Hour" (note the pun "Lotus Flower")
sound like a Radiohead song? I think it does. They love that repeat lyric at the end. Fade into a sick drum beat and....I'm off to primer in the rain.

So much to say after reading the NY Times article about Bin Laden.....

1.) How stoked are you as a journalist to get the phone call that Bin Laden is dead? Mark and Helen (I know them) were like...omg. omg. Grab the Obama Bin Laden is dead notebook. shit..shit..where is it? Dude..where the fuck did you put the fucking note book? What do you mean it's under the Government shut down shit? Are you serious?



2.) How pissed off are the guys who's helicopter went down because of malfunctions? Thank god none of them were hurt outside of them beating the shit out of the helicopter. The scene unfolds like this...crash. American military murder experts roll (like stop, drop, roll style) out of the copter as it crashes right outside of the compound where all their buddies are high fiving after dropping Binny...moneys being passed around for bet pay offs; their checking out the art because I bet he had a sick art collection if there was no tv or internet. The men storm up to the compounds wall only to stop short due to the huge alligator infested moat. Screaming!!!! "I missed the media coverage of the Royal Wedding of Kate and William to not get to kill Bin Laden?"



3.) I now believe the recession is a scam. President Obama was like..."I don't know guys...I think the only way Bin Laden will think we're not looking for him anymore is if he believes that the United States of America is completely fucked. Oh...and go ahead and get the Masons to ok all of those Tornados to be released and we'll go with the mass destruction just to be sure....



4.) The writers kept screwing up which Obama did what...



5.) Yes I know his name was Osama...but I think you get my point.

Damien Rice - "What if I'm Wrong" (Unplugged)

Mornings In Bed - Part X - It's my blog and I can wake up with Damien Rice if I want!

So...I've been writing this 10 day blog for about 20 days now...
Waking up with a dead artist in my bed. Inspiring; yet...
When one truly falls in love;
Talula Love...
it's about more than just a fling
it's the kinda
thing
that lasts a lifetime.

No one artist has emotionally moved Talula Love Bottoms musically more
than Damien Rice. I think we know that now due to the repeated use of his
lyrics.
Fortunate for me...and it's all about me (in bed);
Damien has been working harder than Talula and she is going to reap the
benefits of his passion.

I hear his lyrics and paintings dance through my head. I feel the words.
I may be a fake and a phony when it comes to loving Bologne...but
I am honest and true with you.

Damien Rice
What If I'm Wrong

We could wrestle with tomorrow
Till tomorrow's in the past
Because I have torn apart what's beautiful
To prove that nothing lasts

I have stayed locked behind this door
To show there's no way out
I got lost within the space between
The question and the doubt

On an ordinary day
In an ordinary way
I have combed the cracks of virtue
For a place to lay the blame

And I have hated, I have lied
Been guilty and denied
I've dismissed the ones who question me
Declaring I am right

What if I'm wrong
What if I'm wrong

I have built a wall between
What I believe and what is true
I have sacrificed the love I had
For power over you

I have deflected those who disagree
And walked over the weak
I have placed a gun within the mouth
Of those who dare to speak

On an ordinary day
In an ordinary way
I have crushed the minds of children
With extraordinary shame

And I have carried on this war
Though no one wins an endless fight
I have claimed that God is guiding me
And killed to prove I'm right

What if I'm wrong
What if I'm wrong
What if I'm wrong
What if I'm wrong

Is this soul worth saving at all?
Cos' if I lose my wings then surely I must fall
And God'll faint, fall insane

We could wrestle with tomorrow
Till tomorrow's in the past
We could tear apart what's beautiful
To prove that nothing lasts

We could stay locked behind the doors
To show there's no way out
We got lost within the space between
The question and the doubt

What if we're wrong