From Resa: Blog…Graffiti Lux and Murals

This is the last piece on the outer wall, before we enter the dark underpass. What a beauty! After the final piece in my previous post (see a bit of it at the extreme left in the image below) is this wonderful abstract that segues into the Blue Jay. You can see the Blue Jay […]

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An almost 5 minute dance…the robot takes over a bit at the end…and for many of us, it’s hard to remember that the robot is a machine. I think everything has intelligence…I can write a story about how the robot longs to dance and looks forward to the dancer returning, to make life more beautiful…but maybe that’s just me.

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It’s pumpkin time…Pumpkins are kind of innocent and yet we make some of them into sinister monsters, which has nothing at all to do with the pumpkins and everything to do with us…

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Interesting…I love Black Hole info…from: Astronomy Picture of the Day

Two Black Holes Dancing in 3C 75

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Halloween bookmark…

 

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Toledo Blue…27

“Hi Honey, what’s up.  I just got onto the expressway.  Do you miss me already?”

“How do you know there are vampires? asked Toledo, calmly.

“I suppose the same way everyone knows.  They don’t have auras.  I mean, isn’t that how you know who they are?”

“Who do you mean by everyone?”

“I worry about you sometimes, T.  You’re a bit slow on the uptake.  Everyone I know, knows about the vampires.  Well, I’d like to continue this lovely discussion but I’m going inside, so have a nice day.  Hope you like the chili.  There’s cornbread in the bag as well.  Don’t forget to put it all in the fridge, if you aren’t going to eat it right away.”

Toledo disconnected, threw her phone onto the counter and picked up the kitten.  “How was I supposed to know my mother knew about vamps?”

“Mew?”

“That’s exactly how I feel,” she said, cradling the cat. “I’ve been trying to protect them from knowing what’s out there and they already know.  I mean, if she knows, then my father knows as well.”

“Mew.”

“Sure, it will make things easier, I guess.  Hold on,” she said, grabbing the phone, which was barking loudly.

“Three vamps seen going into an alley behind Dryer’s Deli on Tenth and it doesn’t look good.”

“I’m on it,” sighed Toledo.  “Make yourself at home,” she muttered, putting the cat on the floor.  “You can have all the food and water you like but no R rated movies, got that?”

Toledo heard the screaming as soon as she got out of her car.  She ran into the alley and flew at the tallest vamp’s back.  He was shaking a young girl by the shoulders.  The girl was screaming and struggling as hard as she could, which meant absolutely nothing to a vamp.  I reached over his shoulder and jammed the stake into his heart, I’m super strong,  but because of my awkward position, it needed to go in a bit farther.  He dropped the girl and tried to get me off his back but the girl shoved the stake in the rest of the way, with the heel of her shoe. The vamp fell to the ground.

The drug had obviously kicked in, with the other two.  One was sleeping  and the other one was making hand puppets against the brick wall.  I didn’t know there was a fourth one until he appeared in front of me.  He grabbed me by the throat but I wasn’t born yesterday.  I shoved the knife I was holding into his right eye and vamp or not, having a knife stuck in your eye will make anyone drop whatever he’s holding.  I  grabbed another stake from my belt and he was down.  The girl was gone.  I hoped she hadn’t been bitten.  I dialed Vince, who said the clean up crew was on its way.  He said that he wanted to talk to the druggies and see if he could ‘convince’ them to narc on their Master.  I was good with that.  I waited until everything was back to normal, whatever that meant, and was heading to my car when I heard a pop.  I looked around, wondering if I had missed something, when a woman walking by caught me as I fell.  Some moron shot me.

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This is so TRUE…from the blog of: The Art of Quotation

“When the world becomes a massive mess with nobody at the helm, it’s time for artists to make their mark.” Joni Mitchell, singer, songwriter

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