Splatter Paint on 5th Avenue.

Props to "Doug" for the first line.

It is vital to mix color.
Who wants to walk down 5th Avenue and see:
Blank.
I want to see
Blend
and color
and
The man with the plaid shirt and loafers,
Stretching out his arm:
The other clenching a briefcase,
Reaching with desperate pleases.
Yellow taxi cabs pull up beside the curb
As he steps down from the chaos of a
Citied sidewalk.

And I stand,
And I watch,
And I wonder where he’s headed,
And whether or not he calls his parents during his free time.
Or maybe he knows the Italian accented waiter I met the night before.

I glance down 5th Avenue,
Watching the black man serving pretzels,
And the woman wearing sneakers who talks with her hands,
And the little boy clenching onto his Chinese father’s hand as they walk past the embodied clothing laying on the walkway.

And I think,
All these bodies have their own color.
And I wonder what mine is.
And I want nothing more than to see them mixing
as I walk down 5th Avenue on Sunday afternoon,
Joining them to watch
The most beautiful color of all emerge.

happiness is when the smile in your soul reaches up to your face.

Dear Secret Santa:
You're the best ever!

I love CW Workshop!

i just wanted to let everyone know im working on the skull club piece...hahahah i know everyone is waiting in anticipation!
and thanks for the votes yesterday! it was so fun and a fabulous grape fruit.
:)

I saw this on a bumper sticker this weekend.

"When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace."
I need that bumper sticker.
I think it's a Jimi Hendrix quote.
Rock on.

To Every 17 year old boy

Any girl that prefers wild flowers and home-
made greeting cards,
over a dozen roses and text message:

Is so WORTH every moment.

Very very very rough draft-esque.

If I could send a message to every 10 year old girl,

I would say:

Just don't do it.

Don't grow up.

Take every summer day and keep it in the loose floorboads of the treehouse.

Keep every memory of never caring what time it was because you have all day. Keep it somewhere you'll remember so you can find it when you need to.

keep the same, innocent love you have for your parents. They really just want to help.

Keep swinging,

sliding,

and merry-go-rounding until sunset because one minute you'll be catching fireflies,

and the next,

you're gone.

Keep making mud pies and playing pretend and loving,

and skipping,

and giggling.

Keep your hugs and eskimo kisses and

spend all day looking for luck in a four-leaf clover.

And don't grow up without remembering:

you are the girl that once loved the boys for their sweetness.

By tomorrow,

you'll need it.