Small slices of life

~ Purpleanais

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Building castles, pies in the sky, leaving pebbles underneath the neon lights. Did you see the marble statue looking down on us, with an enigmatic and slightly benign smile, injecting magic in an otherwise pink and subdued night. On the merry-go-round, eyes shut tight, the unicorns turn and dance with the swines.

A little star dust is the only make up worthy of the dreams in my eyes, and the whisky coloured words no less than our misfit minds deserve.

Give us a few light years and we will have figured out nothing, but by then we might have written a couple of epic stories & modern myths.

Somewhere, a giant will weep in the darkness and indifference while secrets — never meant to be kept — will burst, tired of waiting for deliverance.

The poets are dead, I don’t want nor need their decayed crowns on my head, I’m happy with graffiti on my walls, stylish and sexy, never mind the bald eagles — utterly appalled — screaming at me in fury.

What else matters but our collection of moments, small slices of life, gathered in my hands whilst I strike a pose—hold it for the pages of Vogue—before releasing them all…and people slow to a crawl…awed and warmed by the radiant colours flying up into the ether. 

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61 thoughts on “Small slices of life”

  3. Agree love these lines ; “The poets are dead, I don’t want nor need their decayed crowns on my head, I’m happy with graffiti on my walls, stylish and sexy, never mind the bald eagles — utterly appalled — screaming at me in fury.”

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  8. Timeless lines…. and your prose was pretty good too! 😉

    Speaking of Timeless Lines: Enobarbus says it all for me.
    “Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety.
    Other women cloy, the appetites they feed, but she makes hungry.
    Where most she satisfies, for vilest things become themselves in her,
    that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish.”

    They don’t make bards like that any more. 😉

    Thanks for a moment i’m not forgetting. 🙂

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      3. OOOoooohhhhhh…. that! 😉

        I can see i’m going to have to brush up my Shakespeare!

        You’re still Amazing!

        “Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.” 🙂

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      5. Flatterer! 😉

        ( i just love flattery!) 🙂

        I’m sure you have very good reasons for sometimes shutting down page comments but i NEED to make one on your recent post, and, yet again, it is not an ‘Original’…

        In the words of Austin Powers, “How do you get IN to those pants, Baby??” 🙂 🙂

        ( Your writing, as ever, was superbly crafted I might add. Stay True to who you really are Nathalie.)

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      6. I think I need to say this: I don’t do flattery. I find it very hard saying things I don’t mean, almost impossible actually. So whatever I tell you is the unadulterated truth. Whether good or bad 😉
        I did indeed have a good reason to shut down comments on my latest, but I figured anyone dedicated enough would do what you what done – comment on another post – or email me (what some others have done)
        Sometimes I just don’t want to discuss the why and how of what I’ve written – that’s all 🙂
        Thank you for saying that, it means a lot – I don’t think I could ever betray who I really am to be honest…but I’m so glad you enjoyed my writing. (And those pants are not THAT tight 😂)

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      7. Completely understand my dear. I took it without saying (hearing?? whatever!) 🙂

        I am a firm believer in flattering with the truth (as i see it anyway!) 😉

        ( I MAY exaggerate the truth on an odd occasion but never lie about it) 🙂

        But surely you had to paint those jeans on – no?? 🙂

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