The Gardens - In the Beginning

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

The Dangers of Reading - Part 3







Fluffo
as Fluffo sees Fluffo






Fluffo
as everyone else
sees Fluffo






Fluffo
Commando Fluffo
Commando Fluffo Extraordinary
Bad Ass Commando Fluffo Extraordinary
Queen of the House of Victor
THE Queen of the House of Victor
a vapor of thought
mist on the horizon
figment of the imagination
did she ever really exist???
her humans wonder...
food disappears
fluffs of cinder hued fur blankets the floor
blurs sometimes out of the corner of eye
yet no concrete evidence
whether she is still of flesh and blood
or the essence of ghostly apparitions
THEN
the Christmas Day fiasco
her brilliantly executed creative revenge
furball fuzzball hairball of a nightmare
 that has created her downfall into
the depths of purgatory








Commando Fluffo
captured...behind bars...tortured
delivered into the bowels of hell



Assaulted with twenty tubes
 of seafood flavored
hairballs elimination lubricant
simply the bestest tasting gel ever
the label so shamelessly proclaims
pppppfffffffffffffffst!!!
spit spit spit te ou ee!!!
her toes curl up
her ears flatten out
her eyes glaze over
claws flying everywhere
she's a kittio on fire
passion driven
 to
DESTROY




HOME sweet HOME


Even in the labyrinths of the underworld of human beds
there's no escaping the tubes of lubricating hell
and the bush monster that always finds her hiding place
day after day after day after day after day...

The enemy has been hiding in Victor's bookcase 
of otherwise nifty guerrilla warfare tactics prose -
Commando Fluffo could smell the rat a mile away
 after the fact... 
she upchucked on his pages of lies
 used them for a potty pan
he will deceive her no longer
with his cloak of invisibility
who is this crackpot Harry Potter anyway?


This invisible cloak thing
 is a piece of propaganda crap!
humans always unrelentlessly find her






Psycho Fluffo's nightmares have nightmares of nightmares...
her demise from queendom to human bondage
her world has become a kaleidoscope of
confusion and delusion and deception and misconception
she's rethinking her thinking of thinking there are no options
she's beginning to see a glimmer of possibilities...




The End
is
Nowhere in Sight






Reading 
The Dangers of Reading - Part 1 and Part 2
will give the foundation for this story

Postscript

Missed my posting last week. Jesse's my subject, but the inspiration and creativity on this one is as forth coming as turtles in a rock quarry. I don't want it to be his eulogy, his last hurrah on this earth in his old age, so it is still very much a current project, and hopefully a finished one in a week or two.  I'm having fun with The Dangers of Reading, and hoping you are also.  Zoe's my inspiration...although it's exaggerated slightly a lot...she does do all these things on one level or another.  She's not a human yet, but I love giving her all those human qualities that make her such a bad ass, as that's not too far from her true nature.

Neglecting my blogging a bit, as collecting paraphernalia for scrapbook journal is proving to be somewhat more difficult than I first anticipated.  I'm a genuine product person...I don't want fake pocket watch gears, plastic buttons (unless they're bakelite), cheap lace and ribbons...I want the real thing.  Found a fantastic fabric store with products from all over the world, and prices that are out of this world; but the buttons, lace and ribbons are art themselves.  I'm like a child in a candy store there.  Pocket watch gears, antique keys, glass stones, brass findings...I'm living on eBay lately building up my modest collection of embellishments.  Altered Art and Steampunk have captured my interest, and I'm having a go at it with my first project.  Scrapbooking the easier way is best done on a 12 x 12 inch format, as that is the common size of most papers; but I'm going to be working on a smaller format, which might prove to be a headache of a challenge.  Time will tell.

A day off work yesterday...yeeeeeeeeeeeehhh!!!...holiday time...too too windy for outdoors.  A day off work today...uuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!...dental time...then ME time...yeeeeeeeeeeeehhh!!!...chilly, but eventually Dustin and me time at park.  Also visited food establishments I frequent only once in a great while, when I want those delectable munchies ordinary stores find no audience for.  Publix's in Brentwood, neighborhood of no houses under $500,000 for my fix of ghirardelli hot cocoa mix, earth balance buttery spread, and applegate cheeses.  Rediscovering The Fresh Market for the elusive grapeseed cooking oil, gigantic fresh artichokes, and a concoction called a strawberry pillow, my treat to me, croissant with a thin layer of vanilla pudding, fresh sliced strawberries, whipped cream, and drizzled with melted chocolate...mmmmmmmmmmmm...mmmgood...eating it now with a cup of steamy coffee and cream.  Organic turkey for my babies to eat raw has me traveling to the far ends of the earth...a rare commodity, as chicken is the norm...but chicks are a food allergy product for two of the babies...sooooo...to the ends of the earth I go.

Yikes!!!  My day is nowhere done, and it's already quarter past nine.  No dinner yet, floors need mopping, and eight washed and dried rugs laid back down.  Never ending organization and re-organization of the organization...I'm beginning to have my fill of this bottomless pit of work the perfect workroom syndrome is creating in my quest for the least imperfect workplace in this universe.  Has there ever been a slob artist somewhere in history?  Let me know if you cough one up...I so desperately need to know if slobbiness induces any level of creativity.

19 comments:

  1. Yep...ADHD for sure! But, kiddo, I THOROUGHLY enjoyed bopping along with you. The piece on the cat is fantastic! GOOD JOB! kt

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  2. Hahaha...fun writing that way. Sometimes I like my posts to read like a marathon race, sometimes not.

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  3. I smiled throughout! Sometimes I know what you're talking about, other times I just let it flow over me, not bothering to dissect.
    Your embellishment collection sounds awesome and it certainly feels like your creativity is soaring. Art on!

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  4. CW- I don't see your email posted. Could you contact me at my email so I can send you a non public message? taketimetoquilt@yahoo.com
    Thanks. PAMO

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  5. Oh...I hope not too much just flows over you, lol. I had a slight fear no one would know that the hairy comb rake really represents the broom I use to flush Zoe out from under the bed when I want to pill her. The broom clip art was...well...just so blah, so I took liberties. Zoe might actually see the broom as that anyway in her flight to freedom out from under the bed, ha ha.

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  6. I'm sure I can think of a creative slob.. um... soon. Loved your post about Fluffo! Scrolling down, I thought 'Look at that kitty! I'm guessing it's based on Zoe.' Give me a medal for perspicuity!

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  7. Forced me to look up a new word, lol. The fluffs of cinder hued fur was a little bit of a give away, but you are good. She does hid behind the curtain over and over and over again. You'd think she would catch on a little bit faster. That tail did stick out the first time...I just had to laugh.

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  8. Slobbery is to artistry as napping is to cats.

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  9. Well, there you go...thanks Kristy! Proof that I'm the epitome of artistry big time, lol! My babies nap away 90% of their existence.

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  10. I like cats, but I'm allergic and I distrust anything that craps in the house (including me).
    I love my dog, even if he looks like a doofus squatting in the backyard (which I will probably eventually do). Plus, he actually cares when I come home.
    Great post!

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  11. My art teacher in high school always said "It takes a mess to make a masterpiece."
    How true.
    Very good post!

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  12. Thank you, Al. I'll have you know that my oldest cat meets me at the door when I come home from work, and follows me around like a shadow. Perhaps in his old age foggy brain dementia he's forgotten he's a cat instead of a dog...nahhh...most likely he's looking for another dish of food.

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  13. Thanks, Ruth. That does it for me. I'm embracing messiness with a passion!!!

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  14. I have really enjoyed this today - Fluffo has made me grin like a 'Cheshire' cat. Thnak you for the entertainment.

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  15. Morning :D
    Although it's Saturday I am still Friday blog hopping, there are so many hops on a Friday now I don't know whether I am coming or going.
    Hope you have a great week. Please pop by and say hello if you have a few minutes.
    Helen x
    http://acraftykindoftruffle.blogspot.com

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  16. Hello, thanks for the follow. I now follow you.
    Thanks for leaving a nice comment. Hope you are having a great day.

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  17. I have always wondered if a messy work space is a sign of genius just what is a clean and well organized space a sign of? (my husband says a control freak).
    I am visiting and following via boost my blog.

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  18. Facing 50 - makes my day when you read one of my posts. Love reading yours.

    Rumtruffle - I just cannot get over that name...so yummy. Your blog is amazing!

    Jamfies - I don't think I am following you, but don't unfollow me yet...I'll have to re-check your blog again, as many of the ones I checked out yesterday were so amazing in the arts, crafts, and human aspects.

    Doreen - Today my workplace is at last clutter-free, BUT I'm going to start arting, so that will be short lived. Personally, I'm a slight control freak with a tad of genius, lol.

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