Today I had the priviledge of knwoing a nice 20 inches girl called Flat Brandy.  Flat Brandy arrived here 3 days ago and wanted to see the city and take pictures to show it off to her friends of her whereabouts.  She insisted that the pictures should validate her claims of getting out of State.  In other words pictures should be taken in front of a sign of the city. So we set off and went around town, I set her up against a sign whish said "Bellevue Place", but the wind blew Brandy away, so I had to tape her to the wall or a bush to make her stand tall..............

I took about 8 or 9 pictures of Brandy and emailed them to her friends.  But it was time for me to say good bye to Brandy, I took one last picture of me and Brandy.. put her in an envelope and bid farewell...........

Brandy is sitting in a mail box waiting to be picked up tomorrow to go back to L.A.

I already miss her.................:)

Join me..I love this song..:) the lyrics and the beat..I just love it..

"I was thinking to myself ..this could be heaven or this could be hell.." and exactly what is it?

Welcome to the Hotel California................"Am I?"

Some dance to remember...some dance to forget.."I dance to forget, how about you?"

Hippy I am..in real sense of the word..:)))))))))))))))))))))))) ))))))

Don't you just love it??????????? I mean really..ok ok

Just sit and listen to this song and shake your head with the beat..if you happened to have a glass of wine and a cigarette...........even better..:) and listen to the beat.................oh wow heaven.............

Have you heard the story of the Magician? said the old man who was sitting under a tree in one starry magical summer night at the outskirt of a mountain.  It is a sweet and sad story of a young magician who for years entertained the people of this old village.  He would start his show in the summer and every night villagers would gather to see his magical games, and wonderous stories of the far away lands and at the end of every show he would magically disappear into the night after swinging his wand and singing "Abra Cadabra" and poofffffffff he would vanish, like a dust in the air, and everyone would cheer and wondered where he was gone, specially children didn't want to go home and insisted on waiting for his return.  Many years past and those children grew up, and the old people passed on to the next life, and the story of the magician became a myth that passed on from one generation to another. 

Suddenly a little girl asked the story teller; "so what happend to him?" The little old man smiled and said: One summer night when he told his wonderous stories he swinged his wand and vanished in the air and he never returned the next day, and since then no body had seen him, but if you go to the forest at late nights, you can hear his whimpers, people who heard his cries are saying that he wants to come back but he can't break a spell that he had put on himself, so he is wandering around and crying every night".  "Can we go and see him?" asked the little girl.  "No, the only thing that you can find is the trace of his tears at the bed of the Weeping Willow on the outskirt of the mountain, his tears waters the tree and keep it's leaves greean and fresh. 

There was a silent amongst the villagers and everyone seemed to be in deep thoughts, feeling sad and pitty the magician who can not break the spell and come back to the village and tell them tales of the far away lands.  And then every one stood up and looked at the willow, who was weeping and dancing with the calm of the summer breez..........waiting for his knight in shining armor to nourish his soul..........

"March 2004"