So, how blue can The Little Laddle Sings the Blues go? So blue that Im willing to have my emotions colored up by a cheerup artist. Ill sit in that swivel chair, and turn, turn, turn, but then Ill come to a standstill. But I sure wish I could keep turning; this is so much fun I feel like a child of 4 or 5 years old again!!! Such innocent fun. The best fun is the fun that can be had at any age. But you retort:you cant read or write, or have a rewarding conversation at that age! My reply: you truly lived the reality of the fictional tales you cherish so much today. I mean, look at the Rugrats! You didnt need a book or a pencil and paper; and your conversations were much more engaging, because you said what you felt, without calculations and machinations, you plotting little devil you!!! The cheerup artist will apply just the right amount of cheer. Just enough to make me blush, and just enough foundation-building to remove those little imperfections in my heart. Shell use different shades of shadow to cheer my life up with vibrant, diverse color; all these colors and I feel so free now. I can be purple and finally feel dignified, and I can be pink without raising a stink. I can be such a lovely range of blue, instead of that typical blue that is really just a narrow-minded enclosure without much breathing room. Now my eyes are lined up, and the eyes are lashed with mascarring strokes of great care. Careful, dont get in my eye. And now my face is properly cheered up, and Im almost ready for my World Premiere, Darling! Just a few more strokes of cheerup, and I should be ready to go. My lips are now slightly breaking in that upwards trend that delights the world so much, and I will not gloss over this lipped stick of pent-up emotions that made me cry like a chick flick-eh? Dont protest the chick flick-eh, just obey the streaming tears down your face, okay? Emotions are a beautiful thing. So many variations on the emotions theme that Mozart himself would be impressed :) Not Beethoven though; hes felt so much loss that his variations on an emotion surpass mine or Mozart. Play it again Ludwig, this is Sams day off. I look in the mirror after the cheerup artist has worked her delightful magic and feel so happy! Such is the power of the cheerup applied by a master of her craft. I pay her for her services, and walk out of that beauty and the funky beet parlor, and walk fiercely Down that cold, sad Frozen picture of a sidewalk. Hello Olaf! Ill belt this familiar tune. The snow glows white on the mountain tonight Not a footprint to be seen A kingdom of isolation, And it looks like Im the queen. Im as happy as a queen of hearts with three sisters and two brothers called Jack, living in a full house, whose cards were just revealed with all the chips on the line. This girl just won the sweetened pot, and she now Ill officially call it quits on my gambling lifestyle. My heart is burning red with love. My three sisters are all very different. Elsie loves diamonds and always does a great lip-syncing rendition of Diamonds are a girls best friend. Trisha always spends her time clubbing, looking for a king to to sweep her off her feet. And Ayesha always calls a spade a spade when she see one; Shes honest like that; honest enough to say that this whole story is obviously, plainly saying something about who I am. I am me, dontcha know!? So join me in this ravishing rendition of Let It Go :)
Posted on: Fri, 26 Sep 2014 01:55:42 +0000
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