return

After more than a bit of trepidation, I returned the Burton Andy Warhol Icon Parka as it was too big and had been weighing heavily on my mind, never having removed the tags, simply tucking them, carefully, up my left arm...

Although it was a gift, and the story behind the original painting, 'Guns, Knives & Crosses', painted after the attempted murder of Warhol by Valerie Solaris in 1968 that led Warhol's painting on death and the subject of to be more tame, more abstract and more thought provoking when it came to the subject of religion and his beliefs on the herafter and how the two connect, something I certainly could more than relate to, I new something was not right when I could not bring myself to cut the tags off, wearing it seldom and always putting it back in its original packaging.

It certainly was a beauty, one of a kind and a collector's piece, but the fact that I am dealing with a finality weighed heavily on my decision and although the relating to was something that spoke directly to me and my plight, it was something that kept me awake at night, pacing at times, at the acceptance of something that for a reason bigger than me, made me graciously return it for something that has less of a direct impact on how I think, feel and believe, something I can enjoy and love but will have a much less impact on the who, the why, the where I am in life...

only you

Clap one, clap two, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap.. as we all sit back and watch as Karma works its magic on your ever to be and never forgotten evil ways.

As you continue to beg, steal, borrow, and pilfer from the very womb you have labeled to so many as manipulative, it turns out that YOU were and continue to be the master of manipulation, knowing more about everything but nothing about anything other than an excuse here and a plea for hardship there, a symbol of the evil web you have spun for years that finally, has caught you and tangled you up in knots...

To watch you is pathetic, to adorn you is impossible and to love you is an impossibility as your idea of love is to ruin all those in your path, playing the nice character that really is nothing but a vixen with a pathetic view of that seen before and past, never to change anything but your lingo, to get what you want, refusing to realixe what we all get to watch is your self distruction, waited for for many a year and finally coming into fruition and yes, something will come along to apppease you only to get you out of the way and remove the dark cloud that follows your personm from those innocent that have to sit by you and listen to your ploys, your excuses, your debutaunt persona that is nothing more than a grand smear campaign that takes no prisoners, is full of lies and wanders as far as the human eye can see and the soul can feel.

As you remain hollow and will until you look in the mirror and forgive all that you need to forgive, starting with yourself for being so pompous, so childish, having never grown up from the 'princess want to be' you portray so too often and lie about daily through your actions and your looks of disgust as the fat around your middle jiggles as you condemn another, hoping you might somehow 'woo' them one more time, one last time, but to you there is no last time, its just more of the same, sugar coated and packaged different with you as the beneficiary that looks at the giver as the damn fool when in actuality it is you who is being fooled by your own person and the tanrnished soul you possess...

Run and run fast but never will you outrun the Karma that has caught up to you in this lifetime for the rest of your lifetime and most likely, beyond.

More applause please...