Hehehe, bet you were planning some mischief of epic proportions there. Six-year-olds usually are - though grown-ups might not understand the epicness, silly things! That hairdo takes me back. Is that a school picture?
goodness gracious, you appear to hold a secret and I would bet you laughed and laughed after the camera flashed.
My mother has my second grade picture somewhere (and when I say 'somewhere' i mean deep in the jungle of a dark flat). Anyways, my opinion is all over my face and...it hasn't changed (my opinion) since. I have wanted the photo to scan and share. And I will, damnit, dig through the dark flat to find it. Give me the rest of the year. I am inspired, kiddo. xo
Hi there young Rachel, here’s something I wrote for the steelworkers in Hamilton. They have been locked-out of the steel factory by their owner, US Steel, because of a labour dispute. It’s called, “Money,” as in money can’t buy you love. I haven’t actually presented this thing called, Money,” to them yet, because I’m not sure how I want to sign it. I post frequently on their Blog using a few different names. The community concept of this Blog becomes pretty lame when you can post under different names, but who cares? It’s all in fun!
Sometimes I am the despised Tommy D, as they have come to know me, but I also post on their blog with a few other names. Sometimes I am BEN but lately I have become Helen to them. It’s all so fucking lame. This is called Money.
“Money can’t buy you love, but it can buy lots of other things. A home, a car, a washing machine. A stove and a fridge, some heat and some hydro. Fish and chips or steak on a bun. Gasoline and running shoes and somewhere to run. New clothes, a sauna, a naked lunch – hold the pickle. Pancakes with real maple syrup and eye make-up and hair gel and Taco Bells. Money can’t buy you love, but who the hell cares? Now pass me the soda.”
“Like a wild young colt, very inquisitive but very coy and not easily cajoled.” End of quote.
I think it’s important to give credit where credit is due. How to use “coy” in a sentence.
Rachel Fuller is anything but coy. When she was a little girl, she smiled like David Letterman. Now she pouts with full lips and a blistering desire. She wants to be known.
Not content with the material world which abounds her, she wants to reach out. She wants to be known. I am Rachel. Watch me play, listen to my song. Please hear me when I say, I want to be famous some day. I want to be embraced by a nation.
Ahh, the grandeur of it all. The gowns, the tribulations, the statues presented by fellow artists, how can these rewards go wrong? Let me count the ways.
Elvis, Janis, and James Earl Ray. Hendrix, C. Parker, and Doc Holiday.
Hehehe, bet you were planning some mischief of epic proportions there. Six-year-olds usually are - though grown-ups might not understand the epicness, silly things! That hairdo takes me back. Is that a school picture?
ReplyDeletePlanning ways to get your very first designer handbag. It's written all over your face;" new haircut: new bag!"
ReplyDeleteLove it.
~X~
Hi Rahcel!
ReplyDeleteWOW!The pic of yours looks like a boy who have many girlfriends.lol.
I LOVE IT!
Thanks for sharing.
Tomoko xx
Oh yeah, that smile says it all, trouble, trouble, trouble! Nice helmet too!
ReplyDeletegoodness gracious, you appear to hold a secret and I would bet you laughed and laughed after the camera flashed.
ReplyDeleteMy mother has my second grade picture somewhere (and when I say 'somewhere' i mean deep in the jungle of a dark flat). Anyways, my opinion is all over my face and...it hasn't changed (my opinion) since. I have wanted the photo to scan and share. And I will, damnit, dig through the dark flat to find it. Give me the rest of the year. I am inspired, kiddo. xo
Oh my, look at those mischevious eyes!
ReplyDeleteI love it.!!!
Wonder what was on your mind when that picture was taken. hmmm?
xo
hmmm, I c an album cover.
ReplyDelete- Cunning -
ReplyDeletehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7eh6d8AetHo
Hi there young Rachel, here’s something I wrote for the steelworkers in Hamilton. They have been locked-out of the steel factory by their owner, US Steel, because of a labour dispute. It’s called, “Money,” as in money can’t buy you love. I haven’t actually presented this thing called, Money,” to them yet, because I’m not sure how I want to sign it. I post frequently on their Blog using a few different names. The community concept of this Blog becomes pretty lame when you can post under different names, but who cares? It’s all in fun!
ReplyDeleteSometimes I am the despised Tommy D, as they have come to know me, but I also post on their blog with a few other names. Sometimes I am BEN but lately I have become Helen to them. It’s all so fucking lame. This is called Money.
“Money can’t buy you love, but it can buy lots of other things. A home, a car, a washing machine. A stove and a fridge, some heat and some hydro. Fish and chips or steak on a bun. Gasoline and running shoes and somewhere to run. New clothes, a sauna, a naked lunch – hold the pickle. Pancakes with real maple syrup and eye make-up and hair gel and Taco Bells. Money can’t buy you love, but who the hell cares? Now pass me the soda.”
Bart Kahane
Do I see the glint of 'World Domination through Music' there?
ReplyDeleteCoy.In the best of ways.
ReplyDelete“COY?” I’m afraid I don’t see it that way.
ReplyDeleteAnd “World Domination?”
I don’t know if that little girl would know what to do with it?
I went with – Cunning – because here’s what the experts say:
Cunning, Artifice, and Craft imply an inclination toward deceit, slyness, and trickery.
Cunning implies a shrewd, often instinctive skill in concealing or disguising the real purposes of one's actions.
An artifice is a clever, unscrupulous ruse, used to mislead others: a successful artifice to conceal one's motives.
Craft suggests underhand methods and the use of deceptive devices and tricks to attain one's ends: craft and deceitfulness in every act.
So I went with Cunning.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PwMYAnJ66-A
PS; Sunday was Mother's Day, and I'm pleased with how it went.
Like a wild young colt,very inquisitive but very coy and not easily cajoled. The way I see it.Our Rachel.Cheers.
ReplyDelete“Like a wild young colt, very inquisitive but very coy and not easily cajoled.” End of quote.
ReplyDeleteI think it’s important to give credit where credit is due. How to use “coy” in a sentence.
Rachel Fuller is anything but coy. When she was a little girl, she smiled like David Letterman. Now she pouts with full lips and a blistering desire. She wants to be known.
Not content with the material world which abounds her, she wants to reach out. She wants to be known. I am Rachel. Watch me play, listen to my song. Please hear me when I say, I want to be famous some day. I want to be embraced by a nation.
Ahh, the grandeur of it all. The gowns, the tribulations, the statues presented by fellow artists, how can these rewards go wrong? Let me count the ways.
Elvis, Janis, and James Earl Ray. Hendrix, C. Parker, and Doc Holiday.
Tis enough to make the mind wander.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b6ne4uRTo-E
Ok
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