not enough chest candy.

awwww, man.
i just didn't have any red ones.
huh?
oh.
you may remember that i made all these medals,
for secret nonexistent societies and their imaginary honors,
but,
when i was all finished,
i realized there wasn't any red.
or any purple, either, for that matter.
so,
i got crackin' all by my lonesome,
and took time out on a cloudy, dowdy, doodiecrinkly saturday night,
and with the help of scissors and a glue gun and an old necklace,
i remedied all of that.
yep.
check the teleport:

neighbors,
when i get busy with gettin' busy,
i do it to eleven.
why am i like that?
because i'm LIKE that.
c'mon.
you know the rules-
too much is the right amount.
that's for sure.
i'm gonna need to start bench pressing heavy weights or somethin',
because i don't have enough pectoral real estate for all these awards.
mmmhmmm.
hearts and crosses an' that.
those are the sorts of things kings and dukes and barons and sh!t give out.
in an imaginary world, it's possible i'm a hero, not a hermit.
no?
eh, you're probably right.
but,
this costume stuff should be a lot of fun,
if it all comes together the way i'm picturing it.,,,,
i love making stuff.
that's the truth.
i hate how obsessive and single-minded i become, though.
really.
up late every night gluing itty-bitty pieces in place.
plotting and planning and matching parts up, to see if they'll fit,
or determining if they can be made to fit.
i'm doing what i can to impose my ideas on plastic made to appear as metal,
ribbon made to look like distinguished accolades,
and toys made to seem sinister.
duplicity is just one of the hard styles i'm reppin' these days.
***********
and it's the last day of summer.
for serious.
the ley lines and orbital patterns are all converging.
spirit and memory, thought and action, gratitude and generosity.
all the good stuff is aligning to let us know there's balance for a little minute.
equal portions of light and dark.
equal doses of day and night.
a harmonious overlap of circles and circles inside of circles,
cultivating coincidences and capturing all the magic.
it's all coming together, for a little minute,
and sometimes, that's what we need.
-
goodbye summer,
   you were cold and short,
 and never really got started.
 i had high hopes for you,
 and you let me way down.
 now you're going away and i'm feeling cheated and unfulfilled
 by your passing into the passages of spanned time.
 just like always,
 the end isn't a grand finale, it's a nearly-unnoticed sigh.
                          yours,,
                             albie.
-
it's always over before you're ready for it to end.
sometimes, though,
there are surprises just around the bend.
so don't be scared to go 'round that bend;
never quiet, never soft.....