Talula Love Bottoms is the artist that resides in all of us. She is reckless. She is passionately fearless. She is all of the things you are....that society has convinced you - is not the norm. Inside Talula...we embrace our faults and flaws and spontaneity defines us.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
You can find groping your best way.
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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
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