So, following my painting that very Rosie picture, I popped back into her website. Reading her entries is like a bag of peanuts at Dodger Stadium---you can't resist another one. Look at this latest addition. Is it poetry? Scribbling on the back of a bathroom stall at Grand Central? Whatever it is, I feel like I'm behind one of those two way mirrors, conducting a focus group at the nut hospital. OMG.
i am a lonely painter
i live in a box of paints
i am frightened by the devil
and i’m drawn to those ones
who aint afraid
i remember that time u told me
u said
love was touching so
u touched mine
cause part of u pours out of me
in these lines from time 2 time
oh ur in my blood
like holy wineu taste so bitter
and u taste so sweet
i could drink a case of u
and still i’d be on my feet
i’d still be on my feet
She's on TV, folks. Every day. Your kids could be watching her. Be afraid. Be very afraid.
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