shipsatcove asked: you shaved your beard too! lol. it looks good. :) so your job is making you travel alot?
Thanx Just. I am currently hoping from one Renaissance Festival to another working odd jobs in between and meeting new and old friends along the way. if you want to see me you can email me you local and i can see if there is a fair near there that i can do. Currently i’m in Atlanta GA, I’m writing about it now. I hope you are well friend, Oh and don’t you owe me a photo?
of beards and razors.
so I totally had a blast raising money by performing beardlesque. I was sat in a chair and shaved and it was amazing! we raised a good chuck of money for my friend who broke her neck and that is all that matters.
My time here is almost up. My belongings are almost all sold and the wind is blowing, next stop? ? any ideas. My try GA. not sure. we’ll see.
Paulie the Petal Pusher
Currently sitting in a Starbucks in the little suburban town of Waxahatchie, Tx. I type frantically for the words seem too vapid and strange in the make up of Benadyl and Caffeine. So I’ve been busy playing PingPong with Ron and Zach, eating Elona’s Baked goods and drinking crapy coffee, not from Chris, he’s the saving grace of coffee in this the rennie world that i have walked into. He really knows and loves coffee as much as i do. I’m happy i gave him my Coffee Siphon. Seeing Chris’s excitement while operating this device is worth it.
it’s been hard, I feel that the emotions of fear are dissolving into the reality that when i’m done doing what i have to do in life, i will return and be a road rennie. I have learned and faced alot. I’m about do some more of it, writing this blog entry though, i’m excited to face some more spiritual growth head on. This Faire has been challenging for me. I’m walking the streets as Paulie the Petal Pusher, selling roses I’ll post some photos soon. I wander the site Hawking ROSES, FORGIVENESS 5 DOLLARS, ROMANCE ON STICK, BUDS FOR STUDS, and a host of other shootings. It’s Hard. there is a fine line between sales and entertainment in the lanes of faires, and i am in sales, but i’m in public so i have to entertain. It’s amazing, I was hawking my petals when a turn of the head caused me to answer a question not given to me, “would you like some of my turkey leg?” Totally!, I said taking a huge hunk of the tasty meat in my mouth i told the man how good it tasted. his friend leaned over his shoulder and smiling spoke, yeah he’s got a great cock too. These folks became the best part of a struggling day. they bought some of my last flowers later that evening. The man who shared his meat was in a wheel chair. He was a soldier young wounded and still kind. though ive been scrambling, and the interpersonal painful, I’ve been thrust forward and made to face some great truths about myself and my weaknesses. Learning that My personality of the entertainer, that came about when i was a child living in the drama of a failing marriage doesn’t help me all the time to meet the best of people, but it does sell flowers. I’m also question why i don’t get excited about dressing up for themed parties anymore. Once i love that but after living in New York and working as a puppeteer getting all suited up for a job, I don’t dress up for parties anymore. It’s more just me going and being in the audience and enjoying the show. (that really confuses people, or more disappoints)
I have been riding through the faire site on my bike just to ride, going through my belongings, meditating by the “falls”. The falls are some kinda of shale type rock with trilobites, weird oyster like clams and huge as spiral creatures that i can’t find at the moment embedded in them. I find that Tx, has some intensities that other places in America do not. I see a snake everyday. One poor fella fell from the tree branch in a storm last week. HUGE COPPER HEAD TINY BRANCH. not a good combo. I think it was a Boa, but i can’t be sure, people are all glad the me in my sandals jumped on to the railing of the stairs before checking, it was large and close, just like the water moccasins, some cotton mouths and of course a couple of fire ants and scorpions have all added to the drama.
A lost copperhead in the night slithered across the gravel like water in a stream, noticed by me the men all said it’s just a snake, i said It’s a copper head, as so as it hit the lonely beam of light from the cheap clamp light. it froze. Attention gained the poisonous snake shot into the dark. I would have killed it, we have dogs, cats and children to protect plus some elderly but they don’t go traipsing around the tall weeds. The snake was saved. my karma was not tainted. and I went to bed that night with ease.
In the rain storms that hit us, my new home has shaken, the roof has opened to the season of wet and let in plenty of water. pouring over me in the night. i franticly moved the water logged bed to dryer ground. All is good, just damp. My world is functioning. I continue to smoke, drink coffee and shed my possessions to the people I cross to lighten my load. My next stop is Ga.
I’m feeling I owe you more. but i’m drifting to the 681 emails i have to go through. SHIT BALLS!!!
today i’m hoping to finish packing and move. we’ll see what this looks like tonight. ciao with a great big yawn i make some adjustments. I like tumblr but sometimes even i feel bad for over posting. a dashboard is not the next episode of hoarders. but i’m learning. learning that you can’t email to your queue. or that i haven’t figured that out. I love the queue. it’s a good way to disburse your postings. I also found RSS Feed and have had the blogs i like but don’t like in my dash board sent there! so amazing! now back to hitting snooze.
i’m seeing arterial spray, brain matter and a nose bleed?
(Source: everydayimalive, via hopandsprocket)
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when statues fall and break.
Your heart is cracked just a little or a lot. The time you spent creating an image. The soul the stone should breath. The time you hold on to what was never going to happen. The chance to start over, to have a new experience, even though the stone is the lame. The heart proves its resilience. Love has healed the wound. A new item is on display. To let go let break, as night into dawn, and endless daily game. The truth is that we have no real power of change. Just the way in which to see it pass. That which some call broken, could easily be called loved.
