Going over this fence, I managed to get no less than six bruises. What started out as a good idea seemed less smart as I nearly impaled myself. I was stuck in the middle -- couldn't go back to where I was or forward to where I wanted to go. No shock there -- this was territory I knew. Why did I have to climb over the fence? Well, I wasn't supposed to be there. Damn, another situation that made way too much sense to me. I got my dress unstuck and crawled down into the grass. Metaphors are like that -- totally obvious when you're in pain and peril.
I almost never lie around in the grass. But here it's good because the fence reminded me of The Omen which cheers me up a lot. Not like the spate of dumbass horror movies that came after, not that I want to name names, but does Saturday the 14th ring any bells? And I didn't really have time to think about bugs and other creatures in the grass, especially a random squirrel or something that could really put the fear of God in me. I'd have to go back over, but I wasn't thinking about that. I was in the moment, thinking about the shot. The bruises hadn't formed yet, but they would, big round ones in the shape of ringworms. So maybe I was right about the dangers of nature all along. Of course, I'd never blame the metal spikes, the ones that protect even as they harm.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
Cocktail Hour
Drinking Friday the 13th party suggestion:
Shinerbock (the best beer ever -- from Texas, yeah buddy!)
A bunch of horror movies
A person who can cook
Benedictions and Maledictions
Be safe, my sweethearts, on Friday the 13th!
13 comments:
A metaphor is an implied, poetic comparison, which, by the way, you have down pat, Michelle, even it's Friday the 13th and not St. Patrick's Day! You have the true faith of poetry, Michelle. You have not strayed from the fold, my child. Bless you. Know of my prayers.
Your mother sucks devil cock in hell.
Seeing that photo, Michelle, I know I could use an indulgence with you, if you know what I mean. Fence me in, if you know what I mean.
I can cook! And I'm not gay! Not that there's anything wrong with that!
I'm Dickens. He's Fenster.
I see no fence.
Our defense will kill Ohio State.
I'm having the time of my life and my husband cooks for me!
Your committment to getting the shot is admirable, Michelle. Fortunately I don't bruise easily.
Harassment continues still... Pathetic.
You'll always look at this picture and think back to what you had to do to get it, and you'll probably never do it again. =D
MGD with a side of peppermint schnapps. It just doesn't get any better than this in Chismas is July. So grab for all the carpe diem you can! God bless George Bush! Death to Bin Laden!
we's knows our's names and addresseses
and where we's works ats!
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Martin Luther Blatty said...I can feel you and your presence in the spiritual realm of my existence.
This I say to you; loss upon loss, death after death, the sun will shine upon you and you will not see light, for every depth you feel it will fill with the water that you may float to the top only to drown again.
curse upon curse will follow you for the rest of your mortal breath.
The Walking Man
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