Bloggyville dearest,
This week has been like a roller coaster ride gone upside down & all around. I swear to YOU my life has defied gravity. On absolutely every level!
So, word to the wise (or unwise) GO PARTY YOUR BRAINZ OUT ... Because, my life will likely be yourz one day, natch! Listen, don't fool yourself ... It's just a matter of time.
By about 4pm today, I thought I best whip out the old Sony Cyber-shot & vamp up for a couple of pics. Poor old rusty Sony. It's been to long dude. There was just enough battery juice for the pics below & then some. (Um, some about 40 others worth!)
Next I booted up my sweet sweet Photoshop & let the creative juices flow. And BEHOLD ... moi!
I give you:
Vanity Fog, Vanity Jewel & Vanity Shot. All 100% me, with the help of ... Nah, you don't need ta know. Just enjoy the art & indulge a silly Tart!!!
Hey, a special treat below. Don't cheat. Scroll slowly down. Slowly. I'm watching YOU.
Oh dear dear Vanity ... Read this poem by Sylvia Plath.
It suits me perfectly.
Vanity FairThrough frost-thick weather
This witch sidles, fingers crooked, as if
Caught in a hazardous medium that might
Merely by its continuing
Attach her to heaven.
At eye's envious corner
Crow's-feet copy veining on a stained leaf;
Cold squint steals sky's color; while bruit
Of bells calls holy ones, her tongue
Backtalks at the raven
Claeving furred air
Over her skull's midden; no knife
Rivals her whetted look, divining what conceit
Waylays simple girls, church-going,
And what heart's oven
Craves most to cook batter
Rich in strayings with every amorous oaf,
Ready, for a trinket,
To squander owl-hours on bracken bedding,
Flesh unshriven.
Against virgin prayer
This sorceress sets mirrors enough
To distract beauty's thought;
Lovesick at first fond song,
Each vain girl's driven
To believe beyond heart's flare
No fire is, nor in any book proof
Sun hoists soul up after lids fall shut;
So she wills all to the black king.
The worst sloven
Vies with best queen over
Right to blaze as satan's wife;
Housed in earth, those million brides shriek out.
Some burn short, some long,
Staked in pride's coven.
Delicious smooches,
The Tart
; *Psssssssssst. Don't be shy. Click on a pic so I can see you better, my dear!
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