posted by GypsySavage @ 2:51 PM Permalink
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Greetings friends! My name is Barb a.k.a. Gypsy Savage. I chose the name Gypsy Savage as it is the pet name my husband called me when we were dating. AHHHH, those days are sweet to remember. I was guided to this site by a friend who writes beautifully and created a blog. She, in turn, had been "tagged" and, thus, it has led to me creating my own little blog. I hope I can keep it current and entice people to respond with comments. I've decided to create different blogs for different topics. I will keep my main one GypsySavageMuses for general topics. I have been wanting to write, as sort of a joural, my experience with pain. That blog is Chronic Pain - My Story (how original...). I eventually want to begin a blog with ink blots on it. I find it so amusing to hear what others see in each blot. Very interesting at times... Hope you find one blog that interests you enough to keep you coming back to read and post. I have met lots of interesting people in "blogland." It's surprising how well you can sometimes connect to people just through their writings..
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I see a picture of a dog with those silly reindeer antlers people put on them at Christmas. Oh, and the antlers have lights on them too.
I see a rather rotund woman with red clown-hair done up in pigtails, wearing a green and black corset and green nylons,long black elbow length gloves, huge sagging boobs and her arms out-stretched saying "c'mon, Sugar, gimme a hug!"
(sorry you asked?)
I see two guns blazing...no, I wasn't forced to watch westerns as a child now was I? *LOL*
Your sick Susan... sick. That's why I love ya !!
Stoli - yeah I saw some guns also, but they turned into antlers somehow...
Spot on WBF...
but I see horses!
What does the horse give you
That I cannot give you?
I watch you when you are alone,
When you ride into the field behind the dairy,
Your hands buried in the mare's
Dark mane.
Then I know what lies behind your silence:
Scorn, hatred of me, of marriage. Still,
You want me to touch you; you cry out
As brides cry, but when I look at you I see
There are no children in your body.
Then what is there?
Nothing, I think. Only haste
To die before I die.
In a dream, I watched you ride the horse
Over the dry fields and then
Dismount: you two walked together;
In the dark, you had no shadows.
But I felt them coming toward me
Since at night they go anywhere,
They are their own masters.
Look at me. You think I don't understand?
What is the animal
If not passage out of this life?
Louise Gluck - Horse
Helloooooooo..... Barb......... still with us???? Need----more----inkblot (spoken in my best Captain Kirk immitation) ;-)
Susan / Lee - kind of you to notice I've gone missing for a while. I deal with lots of chronic pain. Actually have a blog I tried to get started some time ago and maybe will even add to it more in future.
Anyhow, it's flared quite a bit the past few weeks and pulled me into a sink hole of hell. I'm just trying to pull myself out right now. Not too social I'm afraid, but was delighted to you two found a little way to "touch" me.... thanks. I needed it.
Don't you worry, Barb. You just concentrate on getting through this period, we'll still be here when you feel up to it again. :-)
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