When I heard that Lil Lord FonteelureRoy told....

Now, that TITLE there dont's to have nothing meaning anything with that pict there at the right... and SHE knows it. Neither doth SIR DaVinci know the meaning of life through this pack of pent up hostilities and nerves. Any true artist of the designerly sort can tell us that. Me too.

As a portrait artist with a flamblam for profile study (funnest, easiest way to render a likeness through study of form and proportion)...THIS lil gal (image: upper right of this blog) was not happy to be sitting too idly for too long. She beez a princess all right. But not happy to pose for any old artist that wasn't quick enough to let her out 'to play' as promise for just holding still another minute longer in order to catch a required 'glimpse' of the heartl inside.

And to render a front loader face at ANY level for gift, charm or pay...was at the time not a wise attempt...for the fool would be any artist debunch a character. The little known insult to be fashion'd at the artists full front would jeopardize any civility and harm the understanding of purity as having been provided for quite against any such skullDuggerry.

DaVinci wasNOT a routine back street ScamSeeking artist. He drew with dignity and professional courtesy at the highest levels of decorum where religious propriety and pious person marshalled all to know HOW not to draw one too young-- being overly suggestive of too much contact with a youthful face too early on was perhaps the loss of one's highly favoured career.

Hence to include some other exuberances with youthings, mom and daughter that please the eye to gladden the heart then...realizing someone too late that
children have always provided us with entertaining relief from the stresses of the day... but precisely for the fact that we always gave them the attention/training they willed for gathering and applying to charm us for more of the same. We will renig on that for it ultimately usurps them from learning how and what it was that THEY themselves brought to the forefront that would encourage them to remain at life's levels for adventurosity.

NOT BEING an IMPARTIAL FRIEND is beyond MEEZ

Happening to know that I am a loyal person to whomever I be found at the time...isn't the least of my problems. And more likely that I am not against them ever...and unable to speak against any without another's persplective for needing me not to have the same loyalty against THEIR head as well...

For whence the addage: "Love The ONE You're With" happlends to occur whence 2 o'Dem fellers n felines occur at once...I'm a hadder of the MADD Sort!

Just for yooze that need tuh be known'n such is possiblurt and not against the reality of ONE man, one soulflurr'd person of the persuasion enMedical'd.

Clumsy Chicks aBlonding

What if I failed to observe that X1Ares test they Newly-Cleared upon my perceptive influences late this week...What for is this will not to understand? I didn't WANT to notice it. I went out of my pay NOT TO PLAY their game for 2-3 hours after the very first time they postponed it for another 2-3 days when I played their postpone for that group of 2-3 hours.

And the Horrendous HUMPH is against us all.

For when I saw the needle like aparatii the first time through, I was quickly reminded of the 25 bucks they claimed was "all we'd need" for the first round for immunizations to get around to coming to our neck of the woods where we were informed a mightier and more definitive $100 for a shot would make it a more and dependably TRUSTworthy immunization for deployment into the shoulders and arms of a more robust person to claim immediate diss of life from it's entrapments.

So the second time I was failed in being pleased to see another missile abrusively abrupted from the space of time promised, I pondered...yet how many millions of hours of life are being unplugged from viewing a president's PHONIER pretense to laugh at our ruthless will to see that much footage against HIS heads will for more power in the dollar every time we fail to see him redress and plunder yet another phonier attempt to passageur a bill that should NEVER have been purpose for yet a over the "NET" possiblurts out of Pelosi's triumphantly'd NANCYier NECK than thoust.

We be had in both veins of / by the juggular folks, and we haven't yet heard the message. But we implore our SPACEY traipse to invigorate us as IF it supplied any with a continuuing notion that we were once lead by a more robust and virile and trustworthy group of men and (natch) fewer women to have to dependably lie to us.

Never fails. We get their head, and they purpose yet only the heart.

(PS, the foto? when I found her, she had no clothes WHATsoEVER neither: I drew them onto her for fear of the diss of not wanding her need for clothing too now)

a WORD for the TWITTER'd Blogspottery

I love Twitter. And while I'm sure I know why, that's not what matters. But I wonder how it be that I can't ever find any of my personal friends there. They don't want that much need to communicate with worlds of words and impressions of the instant thinkerry devolving there. They want more than just 140 splaces to align entire congruent statements, and not spliced up and partings 1/2-er'dtz.

I will a helm'd splace be aligned for all facebookers who routine use the same mentality...and just let them place their minds into neutral or auto-pilot, so they can get used to how Twitter DEMANDS just a few bits of moments to retrieve an also immediate comment.

But and HOWEVER...it's the phoney will not to will others to see one's percieved an private comments that they'd prefer held at bay...but for me and my thoughts...we will server aTWittErtz, and that's THAT.

NO, That Last Blogg'd ART wast NOT a contribution of MOVIE dome from past missed lakes

But what if it waddles down to the tip of the old gnarphtlikkn penile implanter and grabs your thought patterns to put you entirely out of commissionry? We'd all like to tell how we handled the need for gettin out of THOSE KINDS OF SCRAPES, now wouldn't you fellerz? Now wouldn't you like to know just how SOMEONE ELSE gets outta that kinder sit-chur-aShuntz? Well, I'd rather hear it from some ole GEEZER than some fresh pert head that never had a zoomer in 'z WHOLE ENTIRE LIFE SPAN...

Widow and Valleys against Textuating Craftsmanship

Drives me nuts when the constituent BLOGSPOT can't let me utilize the trappings for avoiding the WIDOWS and excessive text where it don'ts look right. They can't even let me kern a little cozy for an additional image to be added by myself.

No offense. But its make'n me think they don'ts know what they want from me neither.

SMITTEN by PRODUCTIONS but not ART with TRUTH

--I don't want to do anythang irrespectablurt for not regarding the need to have an ad on my blog be just too unsavory a dis...for welp, who wouldnt' want for gettn paid? But whay CAIN't i? as an artist provide my own simple an less costier ads that approve for WHAT I prefer to utilize and claim for a brain against devolved servitatude to/for the likes of any program er product that might not be what I've been used to hollarin about?
--But suppose my EVEREADY need went beyond the life of All batteries all together forever...cuz we'z to be spunked out of uzing THAT kind of energy in zuhrt hopes for MAKING us all be solar storage fiends...like THAT'll have any value when the sun doesn't come up for the polar cites all know what 5 months w/o solar powering energy be like. And what if the earth turned just too slowly for running out of steam...and can't get us that amount of sun for light rays any more than even every 89 hours, supposing even if it didn't rain during the whole time it WAS providin sunrays to this haunt of the woods of the life of the southwestern side of tanks for nuttings.
--So now whatter yuh do? I've been might mighty proud to have those few little gizmos that let me keep tinkering with the toys of recorders and hifi radios the hand can still chum w while runnin (the one's you can hold up into whatever the directions so the signal comes stays in the trained line so's one can just hear it all while it's hapnin)...and the flashlights that I like the design for the best...are the ones with the batteries that energize themselves thru that ole conventions type of marshalling the elements for batteries USED to come one need at a time...and never in the grappling groups they are coming up with now to demand one purchase more than the expiration date can ever tolerate with wisdom .
--So's you can make up your own brain on this now. I just wanted to be hospitably non allergenicted against gain...by provided some art nobody ELSE needs to come up with just so I can claim my site has some useful ner impetus against the holier faces you get to see that garner Kabillion dollars just for a power to see some stiff set of words hangin round about ther edgerees.
--Saves times, and I made my point. But I 'd rather draw the bodies and frames of minds and crafts that linger to promote the souls health and cheer...but thems that draw don't draw what I want to see to say it better than they would...for THAT's what I was trained to do and my schoolin all focus'd onto that perspective for learning by the drawins of somebody that cared enough to ask questions of where and how it would be come more clearly understood. That's a fact...I have that skill, talent, whatever you prefer not to call what you don't want to learn I really do well for.
--That's all I was about to say , and now I have said so. ANY body want me on THEIR team where life is USED to being understood by experienced drawn from observations...or you just want and prefer to keep gulliblurt at what you just THINK you prefer not to have to learn by someone else's study and dedication that you think be against what you WANT to know?